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Thursday, April 2, 2009 at 10:40pm

it was you, my right man

we both climb the rough hill

waiting the sunset, the lights blow our mind back to these days

when we were small

when we were stubborn

you are getting old, mine getting old

and we're just a bunch of lilies in the hills

the waves are dancing under us

and clouds attract us with a beautiful shine colors

the colors of grey, orange, yellow, red and shades of blue

wind strike out our feet

it was cold but you warmed me

your bones covered me

days were rolling to fast until we just don't believe

i will surprised

we are here, meant to be

100 years ago we are playing around

shared the dreams, that we can only dreams

but somehow we make it real

...

and the night skies kiss us

we're getting old

and we still there, found our self naked by the nature

we make a beautiful unforgettable history

that only you and i could feel

and the night become so dark

but we're still old and survive

the storm is coming

but we're still old and survive

where's everybody?

until we woke up

bouncing to the air

and flies nowhere

it was us.

died in a peacefully moment

under the fields of stars

and waves sounds farewell us

a never ending feelings..

*i picture it on my mind. it was future*