I am the one last star
that keeps burning,
so brightly
till it fades into
the rising sun...
And if you see,
you'll see me shining
high above the sky...
I am the only one voice
in the cold wind,
that whispers...
And if you listen,
you'll hear me calling
across the sky...
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Love is sometimes like a Bubble,
It may appear unexpectedly,
But bursts once you lay a finger tip on it,
Leaving only the happiness it brought.
Its beautiful but not everlasting...
Its too weak to overcome obstacle
moment enchanted @16:59
