加载中…A Moment Somewhere
(2008-12-23 23:10:13)
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As time goes
by.
All are to be born and
torn.
What's it like to be
born.
What's it like to be torn.
All but a glimps of
moment.
Nothing in my
hands.
Feeling is just another cheating
game.
They plant the seed of love,
pain, and hate
It starts with beautiful roses
and fragrance
Now the rose fades.
Memory remains.
Quietly, walking above and
beyond
Not a clue in mind
Unsure whether memory is
something actually once in touch
Now it looks more like a
dream
Drifting cloud disappears into
the horizon
Cold, lonely, undetached,
uncompromised
Constantly exploding
inside
How can I hold the center steady
How can I hold the center steady
Blood steam-rolling
The sun, the moon, the rivers,
the oceans
What drives you to rise and
down, floating resless into time
Nothing conquers the time
Nothing conquers the time
Is there a way to cool all the
passion
Is there a way to chill down
the sharp pain
Pain is the
moment i feel alive
Death is the moment i feel
lost
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