2012年1月8日星期日

Lilium again 。。。

There are always a little place in our heart 。。。

Which puberty and childishness lies 。。。

It's the most sensitive part of our heart 。。。

If anyone dares to step on it 。。。

The heart is broken 。。。



We all have a tiny little heart with us 。。。

We store memories and feelings inside it 。。。

We will feel pain when its broken 。。。



The pain which hurts the most is not that it doesn't stop 。。。

The pain which hurts the most is that it comes silently 。。。

Slowly 。。。

Unsound 。。。



A tiny little drop of blood can kill thousands and thousands 。。。

For a drop is silent and unsound 。。。



Pains are unexpected 。。。

So do love 。。。

And so do fate 。。。

Accept 。。。

And proceed 。。。

As pathetic as a Lily 。。。

Or fight and die 。。。



Oh Lord Divine 。。。

Oh how pure and serene 。。。

How chastity the Lily 。。。



Others will never understand why Lilies had made their decision 。。。

But everyone know that none of them ever wished that it will happen that way 。。。

It's not they who gives the meaning of Lily 。。。

But the world behind 。。。

The Love beside 。。。

The fate in front 。。。


When nothing more can be changed 。。。

Let it strikes on you 。。。

And penetrates you 。。。

Feel the pain 。。。

The wraith 。。。

Let the heart be broken 。。。

And think about the Lily 。。。

How serene 。。。

Lilium 。。。

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