Sunday, April 10, 2011

Sometimes

I'd miss many things,
but my thoughts would cheer me up once more.

It was clearly fair to love life,
or befriend with hate sometimes.

The more I spend my days with you,
the less could I dream and lie.

For it is painful to wait,
as to know the time,

never run from your fate,
but charge onward with all your might.

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