It happens again...
a lonely night,
and the sound of cry from the isolated star...
soulfulness of deplorable becomes tears,
tears become raindrops...
which are perpetuate...
Listen to the pastorale,
life of sorrowful was graved...
The abandoned love,
thwarting by the cold blood...
The yelling of helpless,
being conceal behind the false face...
Our love,
corresponding the owl that never met the hawk...
Searching for the colour of green,
during the autumn season,
epitomize the inconceivable in us...
Desiring the discomfiture,
gone with the wind...
And the lyrics...
touch the heart of you...
and so the journey began...
written by : Kp 1/10/2009
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