Distance being longer in the darkness of night,
when moon started to brighting up the light.
I find myself twinkled to the dream ,
cheering the fantasies what we desired.
Grasping your hand and having tears on chicks,
what distance makes to us ,Yet we still live the dreams.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 7:52 AM UTC
Distance being longer in the darkness of night,
when moon started to brighting up the light.
I find myself twinkled to the dream ,
cheering the fantasies what we desired.
Grasping your hand and having tears on chicks,
what distance makes to us ,Yet we still live the dreams.
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