Friday, March 25, 2011

First Expression


I'll hold you in my arms,
The light in my pure heart is burning up.

The drive of wanting to see you,
The naivete that makes me want to cry,
The fireflies that dove into the flames of summer don't come out.

The kisses you gave me without saying a thing are left behind,
and you bowed to me while you were aflame,
This sorrowful life was trembling.

My dear,
I can see you now,
The dazzling moon is shining on tomorrow,
Stronger shine.

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