life is blooming
i ve already tried.
i tried not to think of you while i was washing my socks.
i tried not to talk about you while i was having lunch with my friends.
i tried not to remember your eyes while i was suffering on the shaking waving bus.
i thought my bright future would get lights.
no. more. darkness.

i d already tried.
however i cannot.

i could not carry out the voice of violin while i was playing piano.
i could not throw away the old old badminton ball(?) i played long long ago.
i could not step on the novels i wrote, the photos i got, the songs i sang
and say, [i do not know you before.
[who are you
God knows!]
yes. i did not even know you.

however i said
that i could not.
and i could not be.

so how?
you know my endness.

close to you

why do bird suddenly appear
every time you are near
just like me, they long to be
close to you.

why do stars fall down from the sky
every time you walk by
just like me, they long to be
close to you

on the day that you were born
the angels got together
and decided to create a dream come ture
so they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold
and starlignt in your eyes of blue

that is why all the girls in town
follow you all around
just like me, they long to be
close to you


just like me [ just like me ]
they long to be
Close to you.

winds came over.

like the time i stayed in the library, looking at him who was sitting outside the glass wall, tears should come out. nevertheless, it didnt make sense.
to my english level, i seem to be only saying a simple thing.
the words formed a huge hole, and unfortunately i dropped in.

wings covered over.

we were staying on the grass. we never said anything.
world is converse over.

A sAd cAke.

finally i understood, it is only worth to cry for myself.

something happened which seems like it should be, and it had gone. during that seems-so-sad time i was looking at the fine sky. looking forward the rain drops. hovewer it was shining so brightly that i decided to go back to hostel. The rain didn't come until i stepped out.

oh gosh.

i want to escape . i want to say bye to the bus stop where i met you

[or supposed to met]

i want to leave the piano alone. i want to hide the picture i drew for you to a place that i cannot find.

[so how can i go there]

i want to sing a song loudly in the blank field. i want to dig a hole bury the little past of our sitting together. i want to read out our dialogue between two states on orchard road.

i want to believe. i want to forget.

i ate the sad cake. i couldn't lit the candle. i didn't got my light.

such a long time that i did not update this .
i sign in this time -because of the invition from our class blog..............
haha they even don't know i have this one~
this one is so old..

so sorry.

The best.

the best he gave you was,
he let you know the worst side of him,
to keep you away from the bad.

a sleeping girl.

rain . rain.

I couldn't recognize if it was the sound of rain, or the voice of his greet.
he smiled while he turned around. while a girl was standing in a season like April, there would be a surrounding of sorrow covering the sky, which is even not below to me till now.
including the music I have never heard before, from your mind.

You said that,
I was a memoriless girl.

just sleep. and collect, pick up the pieces of waste from dreams lasting long.