The Girl
The Girl
The warm rays of the sun now enter the once-cold balcony.
The girl, all alone, lost in her thoughts sits by the railing.
It looks a little sad, the piled-up white snow gradually melting.
The dream of a faraway music slowly, faintly crumbles.
The warm rays of the sun now enter the once-cold balcony.
The girl, all alone, lost in her thoughts sits by the railing.
Save the cold wintry wind from the hedge opening.
The girl always watches the remote distance.
It's a little sad, cute puppies growing old.
The dream within the wind fades and disappears.
The cold wintry wind passes through the opposite direction.
The girl will someday understand the ephemeral.
The warm rays of the sun now enter the once-cold balcony.
The girl, all alone, lost in her thoughts sits by the railing.
It looks a little sad, the piled-up white snow gradually melting.
The dream of a faraway music slowly, faintly crumbles.
The warm rays of the sun now enter the once-cold balcony.
The girl, all alone, lost in her thoughts sits by the railing.
Save the cold wintry wind from the hedge opening.
The girl always watches the remote distance.
It's a little sad, cute puppies growing old.
The dream within the wind fades and disappears.
The cold wintry wind passes through the opposite direction.
The girl will someday understand the ephemeral.
posted by yunisee @ 8:18 PM
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