I see myself lie in a greeny grass
somewhere, there’s the lakes
picked a dandelions, blown in the wind
I watched as it went on a silk fabric
the summer where I am amused
as the moment passes by
i love aurora borealis but summer sunshine is glorious
I could tell the moon my secrets but the sun shown me happiness
I write to decipher the sea of words run through the mind before it withers away
just like this flower grown so long ago.
winters may come ,where they are meant to die and rose beautifully.
An ending of a chapter
there is a sad mademoiselle
she believe love would be
golden, instead turns to be a burden
time wont stop but no rush
the moment wont come by again
so just breathe
that ends, yet a new era is now.
//
somewhere, there’s the lakes
picked a dandelions, blown in the wind
I watched as it went on a silk fabric
the summer where I am amused
as the moment passes by
i love aurora borealis but summer sunshine is glorious
I could tell the moon my secrets but the sun shown me happiness
I write to decipher the sea of words run through the mind before it withers away
just like this flower grown so long ago.
winters may come ,where they are meant to die and rose beautifully.
An ending of a chapter
there is a sad mademoiselle
she believe love would be
golden, instead turns to be a burden
time wont stop but no rush
the moment wont come by again
so just breathe
that ends, yet a new era is now.
//
