
作/ 作 By: J.T.7297 ( C )
打充灰的箱藏著回不知要不要去想
了怎久的感如而空
就像一幅拼一一慢慢地去完成
但是到最後每幅都少了一些不完美~ 也法怪
自千秋世已就是就是解…
泡了咖啡~ 著褪色的照片四面周始冷
望著窗外的方向天空知不知道什是等待
希望下一次的情愫是美好不是害
面的社心如何找那的
哪心境生活永有的存在
Afraid is near by when there is no one on the side
So much thought, so much pause, so little trust
Which one is true, which one is false?
Who is going to hand over the clues?
Real love is not a guessing game, fake caring is lame
Love is four letters with hassle attention
That hunted everyone’s mind with some kind of tension
Now inner self is struggling to solve the situation
So just linger .............until there is a conclusion
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