Waiting for me to come
Like the rain of June
Full with millions of dream . . .
Dare not to look back
Just let me only to guess
Pieces of broken trust . . .
Words went numb
Rooted from the dump heart,
Listening the echoing memories . . .
Dropping the legend
Throwing away the coming days
Standing and Smiling
Somewhere in the middle of Mind and Soul.
(bs)
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