I was somewhere watching the rainbow glowed
you came holding my left hand
It took forever having that moment arrived
and you gave me that warm gaze
This something beautiful I couldn't have
and I was distracted by your light
This can't be happening right now
so I try to pinch myself alright
May I listen to your heartbeats
wondering if they were beating fast, like mine
Will you take away this restless heart
feel me deeply as your heart close to mine
November rain falls in such fine drizzles
for the umpteenth times I closed my eyes
You are there constantly living under my eyelids
for so many times I've longed for your sweet kisses
Where h
When I was younger, I once checked on the internet about the aging of dogs and it is said that smaller dogs could live up to 15 years. Let's just say that a dog lifespan is 15 years. Then I asked myself, if such lovely creature like dog has 15 years of lifespan, what about us human? Was it just luck for me to be able to live much longer than my own dog?
I used to think that I would die at the age of 30. I am past 30 years old already. I felt that I have cheated my own death. What is the purpose of my life? Why did some kids die so young? Do people deserve to be called human? What does it mean to be a human? Do I deserve to be here at all? Wh
I used to think that we would stay golden
forever in that moment of unforgotten dream
I used to think that we would be heroes of the day
just you and I owned the whole summertime of joy
Your mother's tenderness even without a word
was she like someone with mystery
Your father's warm smile even after work
as he said let's take you home
There was always summer and we were ready
what kind of adventures we would take
Don't you know we were the kings of summer
foolish kings you would never knew
I could still clearly recall those silly faces
your messy curly hair made by God knows what
What a strange thing this memory of us
as if it was all happ
The cold wind blows my face
as I run through the void
The skies and clouds break
as I step on a mirrored puddle
I think of Mister Murakami's words
what does he really mean?
I think of my own thoughts
perhaps it means nothing at all
All I can hear and feel
breath, heartbeat, footsteps
All mix into one fine tune
playing in my head repeatedly
Up in the skies filled with ignorant sparrows
I look up and hear them mocking
What do you run from, loser?
Why after all this time, dimwitted?
Only after long distance you take
everything surrounds you don't matter
Nothing could ever touches you
even your own sorrows