Too high to reach,
Too soft to touch,
Too far to stare,
Too nostalgic to remember,
Like the ocean from Pan Pacific to Atlantic.
Seems like dreams,
Only at vivid daylight,
So high like the skyscrapers,
So fragile like my heart.
Long to go,
Time's so short,
Clock is ticking,
Mood is swinging,
More matured, more prelude,
More harsh, more subtle.
Spring, summer, winter - time by time,
Felt heavy in heart, cannot cry,
Like the midday sun,
Freezing cold night,
Snowy Christmas,
All shadow, all sad,
Nothing to lose, 'till lots to gain,
Time's so short,
How time flies!
Cannot cry, cannot swear,
Cannot laugh, cannot jump,
Cannot stay, cannot leave.
Still cannot - at a cannot decade.
Dreams are vivid, at a mid summer night,
The moon is up, fallen hair on lap,
What else need so far?
Happiness or sadness?
Real or fake
Time is ticking, day is coming,
Still I miss the moon, the lucid Dream, at a mid summer dream.
Life is flowing, sometimes slow,
Sometimes fast, sometimes rough,
Sometimes laugh.
In my dream, seem a lucid dream,
A parallel me,
In somewhere, somehow, Somewhat - a new orbit.
I am in a dream;
A lucid Vivid dream.
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