Monday, June 6


... sometimes ...
it might be good to live with closing my eyes

The green sky above, the winds whispering of tears
Fall asleep in along winding road

Yearning for a place that looked vaguely in memory
Like the wildflowers that disappear and the longing for the sky that lay

You, you are the sky that filled with flowing dream
You, you are the star that raise and fly
Yearning to walk in the closed dreamy road

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