it was raining and I played nocturne
there was the time when I knew you were my tune
to every single melody I composed
each of them kept blooming like a rose
with you, I was brought to a solemn admiration
and an overflowing sentimental emotion
with you, I thought I found guidance
and an utter chance to change
I thought we'd prepossess a rhapsody
and whirled being nocturne
I guess I might execute errancy
love, you said you weren't certain
today, as the love keeps beguiling me
with selfishness towards yourself
I can't cease to adore
and begin having no help
today, the agony sets its own tune
and I guess I may call it nocturne.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
it was raining and I played nocturne
there was the time when I knew you were my tune
to every single melody I composed
each of them kept blooming like a rose
with you, I was brought to a solemn admiration
and an overflowing sentimental emotion
with you, I thought I found guidance
and an utter chance to change
I thought we'd prepossess a rhapsody
and whirled being nocturne
I guess I might execute errancy
love, you said you weren't certain
today, as the love keeps beguiling me
with selfishness towards yourself
I can't cease to adore
and begin having no help
today, the agony sets its own tune
and I guess I may call it nocturne.
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