Feeling pain
I would like to find only broken hearts and lost lines of the kite for a long time, sometimes I always think would not be able to not love you because I am tired old heart, like rain after the bead-like dilapidated network. Already extremely strong the cheap key holder wind blow.
Sometimes I would also like Maybe never will love you, spring is already past, the season has already rubbed off the shoulder, since the bud can not be given, is not to give up on the resort.
So in the end I should love you, how can I bear the sorrow of my heartyou happy, as if a drop of ink droplets of water into pure, beautiful, even if we have a moment, but that is also the outcome of turbidity escape with you and can not go back into the mud of the Jedi.
I would like to open hand, no longer afraid will not have then I would like to turn away, and how that situation may give away!
I am always happy half the time in a dream, half with you and heartbreaking days, half of the parting, half of them are back to see you leave.
I want to accompany you, whether it is high mountain valleys, numerous thorns regardless of the unpredictable wind, the rain changes, since for our hands together and will not think twice, I want to get in front of you, even if the road travels over is rough, or into the desert, or into the shade as your fellow traveler, I will not let you go under a stormy years.
When spring came, no longer flowering asked.
When the end of the story, no longer asked about the outcome.
When you and I have already starting, do not worry about wind and rain.
Just … … do not know your Harbor, is not my final berth.
