AHH! THAT AUTUMN
I ask every time from the autumn
That time when spring comes out
So, will my heart be a garden garden this time?
What will come spring on my heart wither flowers?
Or even this time i will be scattered?
Like autumn leaves?
Blood is not stopped by wounds till now
You have left to leave me
But my wound is still fresh
I was not guilty
But I still to bear the pain
that's weird
You are still keeping me deceived
Perhaps your ego is happy
Seeing me in pain
It is true
Despite your betrayal
I can not hate you
This is my pure love
That I hide my wound from the world
I wash my wounds to my tears
Just a hope is alive
That maybe ever
You will put balm on my wounds
2019-10-19 19:15:03
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