Четверг, 18 Августа 2005 г. 04:09
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In our last life I remember you just a guy in a Converse shirt
I hated your sneakers and your perfume all over...
And this rain reminds me of us hiding from the damp September, you wiping the raindrops off my face, and they kept on scattering down my cheeks, like tears…
Once, when we were wet to bone and so happy…
And that guy crossed the line that separates just folks and legends.
I was too scared to follow and make a leap.
And our ships henceforth have different directions.
That boy “nothing special” is the King. He was then, but I could not see.
He was the King of my heart, but he could not see.
He is now.