People used to say sunny day comes after the rain...
Questions started to swirl around their mouth, when someone says rain comes after sunny day. It's understandable...so, I guess I'll be asked whether I have type the wrong thing, am I trying to be the unique guy under the sun or am I normal???
"The sunlight shone through the lourve window of my window and touched my face..."
"Things were falling to their own place, like the the brownish leaf that were falling in the park...."
"...and the dragonfly brought along the fog as it flew over the clear pond (truth).."
The seed just continue to grow and how much I wish she'll be able to sit beside me, witness the growth of it inside me...
Slowly,
"HE tried on his dark coat.."
"...I lost the warmful touch of the sun.."
"..and HE cried cause HE was touched by our story.."
Stress was laid on me like a blanket; Study started to turn on the red light. Somehow, I think I found the old, dusty stressful mask inside the old memory trunk.
I promised the one in the mirror, I won't try to find an exit for this. And I'm telling myself, the rain will ends. By that time, I want to hold her in my arms and let the falling stars dresses our sight...
Questions started to swirl around their mouth, when someone says rain comes after sunny day. It's understandable...so, I guess I'll be asked whether I have type the wrong thing, am I trying to be the unique guy under the sun or am I normal???
"The sunlight shone through the lourve window of my window and touched my face..."
"Things were falling to their own place, like the the brownish leaf that were falling in the park...."
"...and the dragonfly brought along the fog as it flew over the clear pond (truth).."
The seed just continue to grow and how much I wish she'll be able to sit beside me, witness the growth of it inside me...
Slowly,
"HE tried on his dark coat.."
"...I lost the warmful touch of the sun.."
"..and HE cried cause HE was touched by our story.."
Stress was laid on me like a blanket; Study started to turn on the red light. Somehow, I think I found the old, dusty stressful mask inside the old memory trunk.
I promised the one in the mirror, I won't try to find an exit for this. And I'm telling myself, the rain will ends. By that time, I want to hold her in my arms and let the falling stars dresses our sight...
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