Mourning for many
星期五 六月 06, 2008 12:35 pm
Sometimes I dare not to think of you
The past tense aching
There were many mistakes to recall
Yet haven't been settled in our present life
How I wish all were dreams, nightmares
Perhaps, scary minds and chilly night
Many hands stretching out and holding on
Many faces bruised and bleeding
How I wish I could touch and warm
But voice falling nowhere, stars shattered,
Shadow follows
If I dare to re-traverse the place where you were,
All pains I hope to soothe, yet all in the past,
And ache forever