Millions of them telling me everyday
She is an illusion and just don't exist,
In spite of the fuzzy winter’s heyday
How can I still see you standing beyond the mist?
Gazing at your smiling face which insists
You are neither my hallucination nor memories reminisce
As the mist got darker,
Your gleaming eyes went beyond my borders
Regardless of my beliefs, I lost you forever
But Still believes the mist will dissolve and
..... ..... ..... .....
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 3:00 AM UTC
Millions of them telling me everyday
She is an illusion and just don't exist,
In spite of the fuzzy winter’s heyday
How can I still see you standing beyond the mist?
Gazing at your smiling face which insists
You are neither my hallucination nor memories reminisce
As the mist got darker,
Your gleaming eyes went beyond my borders
Regardless of my beliefs, I lost you forever
But Still believes the mist will dissolve and
..... ..... ..... .....
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