The weather forecast for today was wrong again.
The piled-up me is somehow in an unlucky rainy day.
Inspecting from a rooftop,
The you that is not by my side will be painted wind-colored.
Surely the road I'm going towards was changed by the rain.
The marble clouds are like a fantasy.
"In the morning, let's go to see the Gerberas. "
Facing the sun, it's like I became a flower.
I close my eyes.
Even with a lie, I'm fine.
Swaying with the wind---
Famous music matching the patterns in the sky.
I'm staring above the panorama,
humming an unknown melody.
The you that is not by my side-the wind color has flowed out.
It seems the world has always been stopped.
It's like I didn't fall, staring fixedly.
"In the morning, let's go to see the Gerberas. "
Facing the sun, it's like I became a flower.
I close my eyes.
Even with a lie, I'm fine.
Swaying with the wind---
"After this" was a lie. "After that" was also a lie.
"Goodbye" was the only truth you told.
"In the morning, let's go to see the Gerberas. "
Facing the sun, it's like I became a flower.
I close my eyes.
The straight pure white rays of light will someday shine.
In the broken rays, I saw a beautiful dream.
Even with a lie, I'm fine.
Swaying with the wind---
Swaying with the wind---
 xXPsychoGardenXx · Thu Aug 21, 2008 @ 12:18am · 1 Comments |
