by, green-jea
Tears staring at a story
Written words that I never could read
If a heart is not painful existence,
Why should there inner struggle?
Why should there greatness of soul?
Play again
Until able to turn back time
Why the loss is always there?
Until they fell to the ground
In a real existence of heart.
In a smile when the name is written
The story of the empty heartin in a corner
Echoes fill this room
Will the memories go some where?
There are no words that can come without a sorrow
Not can stop the rain
Until I hope you can take back
Although I have one of the existence of you ...
But I have been honest with my presence ...
