HUNGING ON A MOMENT
with every blowing of the winds in spring,
i pray with it your Love brings.
And with each rain drops soft-touches,
i wish of thy tender-touches.
Each footsteps echoeing behind,
i turn hoping thee walkth hinder
With the shouting across the street,
i dare if be thy sweet lovily voice..
calling mine noun.
its too much for mine heart,
how is mine brain Misty..
but, the heart is abdurate to this suspenses.
its too much, ican't lessen the pain
oh, its four seasons passed by.
how i wished for thy presence..
for i still hung to our moments together...
more than always, far than forever
i pray with it your Love brings.
And with each rain drops soft-touches,
i wish of thy tender-touches.
Each footsteps echoeing behind,
i turn hoping thee walkth hinder
With the shouting across the street,
i dare if be thy sweet lovily voice..
calling mine noun.
its too much for mine heart,
how is mine brain Misty..
but, the heart is abdurate to this suspenses.
its too much, ican't lessen the pain
oh, its four seasons passed by.
how i wished for thy presence..
for i still hung to our moments together...
more than always, far than forever
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