Left, by George Chow
Angelic's hope and wishes..
For a life worth betting on.
For a truth to believe in fate.
How many would reach happiness.
Rest would fall awaits his hand again.
They would find torments.
They would find lusts.
For who would live through time's scarce.
who would live without love side by side.
A friend left without saying goodbye.
See each other again, the same old sigh to die.
With empty hands to come back,
Could not wipe out the invisible tear,
for the cry without a tear to earn a grand.
|Posted: 2012-04-01 04:02:15 UTC|
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