the story is written
not because the future
but the past that created between us
somewhere when the sunrise begin to smile
across your window and smile into your face
half dreaming to knowing that a reality
take a quite time to feel this warmness
like continuing the dream of beautiful butterly
flying happily across the flower
try to sleep over again across the bed
waiting for warm cuddling and also hugs from heart
till i realize...
I am also still inside the dream
while this eyes still closed
wish i can grab someone beside me
speak the words that just received for you
perhaps you ask me once again
to let every flowers hears again
help them to be colorful blossom
make us to be like us...
Yesterday is a history, tommorow is a mistery and today is a gift... Time is always run without stop it never want to wait keep u time very carefull regret in the end is nothing
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