this little flower in the story
it has been floating around since the day of birth
the swing often played with in the childhood years
is still in motion along with the memories
playing the verses, staring into the sky
i recall of the petals trying to fall
the day i skipped school for you
the day the flowers wilted
that particular classroom
how is that i cannot see?
the rainy day that disappeared
how i wish to be in the rain again
surprisingly, i still hold the courage of losing
with the desire of asking again..
"would you wait? or would you leave?"
the day the wind came
i tried to hold your hand
but the rain just got heavier til i could see you no more
how long will it take before i can get to you?
perhaps i'll get better by the time the rain stops
long long time ago
someone loved you so deeply
but the wind just made the distance grew
finally it was possible to love another day
but it seemed, at the end , you still said goodbye
listening to: jay chou -- qing tian
whatever you want here
