Unknown missing person, by George Chow
the youth of play mates.
im older now..
but my memory is the youth of you,
never had a chance to see you again.
And the names are forgotten..
there were too many..
now just me wondering the end.
As myself pass by streets of people.
to be whole one day..
is it a fortune,
to be unknown.
to remember we are missing each other.
And not to suffer in the mind of existence.
if you don't believe in God.
then He is the unknown missing person.
if you believe in God.
then it is death who haunts you the time you fall short in
|Posted: 2016-07-06 04:09:26 UTC|
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