Understanding every spirit is fair.
Never let souls be fake anywhere, and
I command my life should roam far away.
Come with the guardian of freedom with his sword guarding against all odds.
Run, to the sky, to the way that you can fly;
Monday 7 February 2011
The Distence of the Pocific Ocean
Broken line of love, is always just in the past.
Not now, not necessarily in the future.
Only the past still exist.
A distance of the Pacific,
Is it really so far away？
Tied at both ends of the ocean,
It’s you with a sweet smile and say you love me.
Maybe too much harm,
And I care your love too much.
So I envy,
So I jealous.
Your decision is so firm that I don't know.
I try to persuade the heart that you’re not sure.
After holding your hands,
You said that those love is only for the past.
Open your hands,
I can never find touched-happiness on it.
All complained,
I think you understand.
That was after I gave up everything but I still care about you…
I feel painful of my heart.
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