leaves...are wings that has forgotten how to fly.
wings... are leaves that has been left in the sky.
heaven... should never have been a dream.
but i have long forgotten how to fly.
loneliness.. is the merry-making of a loner.
merry-making... is the loneliness of those who seek happiness.
love... started out with companionship.
but i have long forgotten who was with me.
i enjoyed my meals alone.
i travelled the world alone.
occasionally stopping here and there.
i read my books alone.
i wrote my letters alone.
occasionally talked with myself on matters of the heart.
but where has my heart gone?
why is it that even i can't see clearly?
i think it wasn't just you that i lost.
leaves...are wings that has forgotten how to fly.
wings... are leaves that has been left in the sky.
listening to: ah sang -- ye zi
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