Lost
Why ...?
why should I lose it a second time
now I don’t understand ...
my heart is cracked, broken, and destroyed ...
always happy when my heart is with him.
now lost hope that
he went ...
went to the creator,
I should have sincere him
but can not,
then the tears flowed, and down my cheeks
now, only how to catch my thought
I lost my identity at this time, because she ...
I could only cry and cry to him,
screaming and a deep sense of regret
why not express my Barbie to her?
now, the only sport without a life in front of
He went, He went, leave me, only that I say
back when I want to express to her Barbie
He already has turned out to loved ones ...
Should I damage it?
not possible, now he has his own, without a liver lover
and today, when I plan want to say Barbie
suddenly I heard him crash and died in place
never occurred to my thought, that today would be a gray day for me
Good bye friends
Remember how I walked away,
In a small foot, my first school day?
With my tiny hands waving,
And I saw the tears in the corner of your eye.
But you are brave and so I did.
We both tried hard not to cry.
My little legs took me to school.
I remember you saying, "Now, obey the rules all the time!"
little hands I opened the door to school
Everywhere I look, there are children in abundance.
I went to the hall to the big red "K".
There Mrs.Suli to show the road.
We make a big family, along Mrs.Suli
With this large family, we must help each other.
I've tried hard to listen to all year.
So when I was in first grade, I would have nothing to fear.
The muscles in my hands now much stronger.
And even my legs look much longer.
On the last day of school, as we all wave goodbye,
Do you will have tears in his eyes?
This really has been a happy school year.
And if it were not for you, Mom and Dad,
I'm not going to be here
In a small foot, my first school day?
With my tiny hands waving,
And I saw the tears in the corner of your eye.
But you are brave and so I did.
We both tried hard not to cry.
My little legs took me to school.
I remember you saying, "Now, obey the rules all the time!"
little hands I opened the door to school
Everywhere I look, there are children in abundance.
I went to the hall to the big red "K".
There Mrs.Suli to show the road.
We make a big family, along Mrs.Suli
With this large family, we must help each other.
I've tried hard to listen to all year.
So when I was in first grade, I would have nothing to fear.
The muscles in my hands now much stronger.
And even my legs look much longer.
On the last day of school, as we all wave goodbye,
Do you will have tears in his eyes?
This really has been a happy school year.
And if it were not for you, Mom and Dad,
I'm not going to be here
About Pain
Want to try to smiling
Happy to say congratulations
It is quite willing but unable
No more hope but there is still
Pinch of these memories, would not
simply disappear
though you would never come again
brought me a piece smile
beautiful ...
also ill ...
sad ...
but understand ...
Hopefully, the seconds, continue to go
Brought me back a piece of dream
Park to liver and shelter
telling, sharing and deleting memory
Happy to say congratulations
It is quite willing but unable
No more hope but there is still
Pinch of these memories, would not
simply disappear
though you would never come again
brought me a piece smile
beautiful ...
also ill ...
sad ...
but understand ...
Hopefully, the seconds, continue to go
Brought me back a piece of dream
Park to liver and shelter
telling, sharing and deleting memory
despair ...
reality too
love ...
also grief
reality too
love ...
also grief
Farewell Note
Love ..,
rain
Our town had flushed the twilight
unable to hose my heart
dry because of grief
there seems to be a long drought in my heart
perhaps along the distance and time
that accompany this separation
when his fingers could no longer hold
when the hug is only a circle in empty space
only the empty loss
and the silent solitude
my love ..,
December we are gray
January we are blue
now shut the notebook
rain
Our town had flushed the twilight
unable to hose my heart
dry because of grief
there seems to be a long drought in my heart
perhaps along the distance and time
that accompany this separation
when his fingers could no longer hold
when the hug is only a circle in empty space
only the empty loss
and the silent solitude
my love ..,
December we are gray
January we are blue
now shut the notebook
Pink Dusk
In the rosy twilight
your cheeks are flushed like
I never sow dreams
hope you're not too lean?
and we have the same indulgence in romance
then cloudy roll
another that torn romance
in the drizzle
while I have not recorded it as a memory
while you're still just blame the time
and I cursed fate streaks
Ah,
this is our love
splinter dream I scatter
perhaps as an escape from the memories
your cheeks are flushed like
I never sow dreams
hope you're not too lean?
and we have the same indulgence in romance
then cloudy roll
another that torn romance
in the drizzle
while I have not recorded it as a memory
while you're still just blame the time
and I cursed fate streaks
Ah,
this is our love
splinter dream I scatter
perhaps as an escape from the memories
