The karma has came, swallowed all the stars in your eyes.
I can’t sleep; sometimes feel like I can’t breathe.
It was clear that my tears were dry, had given up all the hopes under our sky.
Left only your face, it’s haunting my memories.
We made it and we made also mistakes again and again, just like there is karma in our fates.
I look back again and again, something pitiful, treasurable, and memorable.
Sweet dream in fact is being roused every morning, I’m afraid it’s only my affection which wishes to believe that our love was pure.
2007-05-17
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