The sun is burning out,
the stars are losing its sparkle now,
the moon is barely hanging down..
My heart is forsaken,
and baby I'm missing you now..
The blooming of spring flower has wilted,
the touch of a lover has been taken,
the taste of your lips, I say..
is the most unforgettable thing..
Clouds float,
my heart drifts slowly,
beating bleeding,
just in the month of may....
(actually have no idea whats it bout... mixed feelings I guess...)
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