I saw your shadow,
Through the curtain of your window.
Every night,
when I back to my room,
dimed the light very soon.
To see you in front of light,
I hold my heart for a gentle air-
to discover how you appear.
But all my wish fall apart.
Whatever,
even red rose also has black shadow.
Whenever she had her blossom desire.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
I saw your shadow,
Through the curtain of your window.
Every night,
when I back to my room,
dimed the light very soon.
To see you in front of light,
I hold my heart for a gentle air-
to discover how you appear.
But all my wish fall apart.
Whatever,
even red rose also has black shadow.
Whenever she had her blossom desire.
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