Monday, October 27, 2008

*Key*

Wishing I Could Own The Key Of Your Heart


There’s No Sense In Telling Me.

Never I Miss You.

No Matter What Other People Say.
To The Moonlight I Shall Pray.
One Day You Could Appear At My World.
And In My Heart You Are Always Be.
From Now Until Forever.
No Matter What, No Matter Where.

Memory


Watching One's Colourful Love,
With The Reflected Angelic Rays,
The Moment Of You And Her,
Ever Been Coloured Happily Together,
But When The Holding Hands Is Broken,
The Beautiful Drawing Melts With Merciless,
And It's Becoming Black And White,
Just Like The Colourless Television,
The Name Of Memory Is Given,
Recalling In Our Heart Every Second.



A HourGlass

In The Hourglass, I Saw You,
Reflecting Particles Of Sand,
On Your Shimmering Body,
Trapped In The Perfect Shape.

Time Had Its Needles Inserted,
Disabling Your Wings Of Fire,
From Further Flying Under Skies.

Broken Hourglass Meant No Pain,
Nothing More Than Lost Time.
Fallen Leaves That Left You Nude
In The Burned-Out Sun.


Salvation That Didn't Came,
Still Hung Up On The Telephone,
There To Receive Calls.

Still, I Think Hourglasses As Prisons,
Also Starring In Conceptual Plays.