2016年11月3日 晴
When you get married，I will cry
Every single try burying heavy thirst
To be sitting at your side
Smelling sweet out of bloody eyes
Talked me into believing wings would be broken before flying to that high
I were thrilling and had ran up white flag
Standing still at foot of mountain wishing
You hardly recalled my evils hidden in night
Stars blinking while you whispering
No see forever and keep diary a life gift
Today is a last day meeting gray
I picked apple but you went to a lemon tree
One on own way to commit a new sin
