Sitting by the water, looking into my reflection
I then stand up and throw the feather of us
Let the wind takes it wherever it wants to go
I feel the river of dreams that is right besides me
I look down to see I am standing on my own two feet
I can stand up with all my strength, and all my strength is more than enough for me to live my own happy life
Looks like you aren't the kind of guy for me
I am now living in my own spiritual, magical, wonderful, fantasy world
without you.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
Sitting by the water, looking into my reflection
I then stand up and throw the feather of us
Let the wind takes it wherever it wants to go
I feel the river of dreams that is right besides me
I look down to see I am standing on my own two feet
I can stand up with all my strength, and all my strength is more than enough for me to live my own happy life
Looks like you aren't the kind of guy for me
I am now living in my own spiritual, magical, wonderful, fantasy world
without you.
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