 Wysłany: Sob 11:05, 02 Kwi 2011 Temat postu: If there is a missing color |
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| If there is a missing color
Then she must be blue Between sky and sea between the kind of transparent Hold her lazy afternoon temperature Find a dream figure alone It left behind the sweetness in the distance Unconsciously during the day and into another world Fermented in the sun sweet story Staged here every day The night without you becomes another world This flood was called lonely air All the joy, anger, quietly read Originally thought to have been able to think miss numbness forgotten Is only used to conceal thoughts with indifferent suffocation caused by As we have been breathing and often forget themselves in the same breath never forget that feeling of suffocation Cry because it is missing the power When thoughts go hand in hand with breathing when the Do not ask all the questions as if the answer People who love the pain in my heart All good glass and passion are the same as solidified in the years gone Time, sometimes very slow very slow off All in a moment when they woke up as if still present Through the eyes too vague Fixed in the distant view across the ocean And there is a warm thought called Shallow and become very heavy days Baptism in our thoughts have their own nicks Years of carved tombstones in mind that others can not interpret one symbol From there, from there the end of No longer have to ask not to think about the responsibility is no longer demanding ever Sometimes the words and language is the most pale But sometimes it brings a captivating Is heart-breaking portrayal of a lonely accumulation Catharsis alone is missing the temperature Search recalled the memory of tenderness Time to look up the broken fragmented Dying should be the Earth's chord So chewing bitter words Appreciate the familiar atmosphere Do a little moan disease-free The interpretation of the mood of boredom Will pass into a boring time Because want to find the flickering shadow of the moon that Crystal field side drooping eaves Raising my eyes light Maybe you are engraved in my heart the same traces of Miss the taste of addiction all fade into nothingness any In mind the taste of your Deep dark vault of heaven as in the past Sway on the colorful wings children with me to a dream If there is a missing color If there is a missing color |
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