those never would wear any words...
My tears sing them along,
Spread by silence; echo in every dreams...
They are the part of the magic symphony
which rings in humans' soul
when their first string of heart
given by God..
Many sufferings may come visiting you,
but the darkness of the night would be casted away
by the appearance of the morning dew,
and you'll feel your guts flow through your veins again
and you life will be able to count on your hopes...
My tune will always whisper some love to you,
just like the heat brings the rain through
that then pour over and kills it...
-my very own lips-
