New day or the new light,
Every thing I want to share
with you.
The Framed memories are in the closet
I want to hold,
for You.
Far way the blooming Bud
And the scary night
bring me back to the dark
of Firer Moon-light
I am waiting for that Angel
beside the Twilight.
Crossing the nation
once in my Dream
Every night
I follow the red thin line
Waiting to cross through
Whitish milky Light.
Thank you, my Memories.
Thank for the day.
I am crossing the bar
Going long a way.
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