for those lost moments and missng love
for the old mossy house and dinky lar
before writing this poem at dawn
i realized she had sat here for too long
seeking for her past chums
between twilight and shivering stars
i had her love in a small plum
which was picked up on a workaday farm
full of slight happiness and bees drone
now the word love always hangs over my tomb
though they stayed here without blossoms
so we meet again at the dawn
nevertheless with susty smile
step by step to cross the pain by own
believe the pther girl had been gone
i`m not sure if the story twice begun
but we arewurely remained in the past time
let missing become missing more
please turn the sweetest memores on
then the pities would never come
having love forever in haaven
having wishes under the sun
if we haven`t see that shiny lustre
will numbly slide down to the bottom
luckily the god answered us via dawn
saved us from bearing loving wounds
illuminate the darkness with light
reminded me of the despair and crouch
mayebe we could have a sip of wine
insted of crossing the painful line
now it doesn`t matter
because we have ended our lives
i don`t need someone to mourn me in
sorrow
but still miss the acreb plum
from spring to autumn
i hadn`t seen you at that that desired dawn
from being together to being broken apart
the two girls had been gone
at least they hold the promise to be strong