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Changed for th better.
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Saturday, February 13, 2010 - 7:22 PM
how do you want me t say.




Clouds gather on the faraway sea horizon,
How can I keep my sadness calm.
I remained straight-faced,
trying to cover the hint of resignation.
You silently said that you wanted to leave, the love's gone
The sadness slowed down silently.
Listen carefully to the crashing tides,
It is not from the sea but from tears.

Turning around to leave,
you have something to say but remained speechless, unable to say it's over.
The love between a seagull and a fish is only an accidental occurrence.
Differences had always existed in our love, we can't go back.
The dust that gathers in the wind ends up accumulating to pain.

Turning around and leave, unable to say it's over.
An azure coral sea, a missed momentary paleness.
Right from the beginning,
you and me both were not mature and frank enough, we shouldn't have.
The passion had not changed, your smile cant be forced,
Love is buried deep within the coral sea.

How do we rebuild the damaged sand sculpture,
how can we fix a broken relationship?
It's just that all has ended too quickly,
and you said you could not understand why.
What surprises await in a seashell,
waiting for the flowers to bloom.
We do not want to play the guessing game anymore.
The sea breeze caressing the face, the salty love,
Unable to feel any future.


accidental.