I feel like there is a part of me, a shadow, that only wants to say "I love you." She just sits alone under the cherry blossom tree with her hands in her lap. Eyes are closed.
One of these days,my dear. One of these days.
My Nujabes fix.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
The Shadow of a Lonely Lover
I really don't know what to write about, but I have this urge to write something.
I feel like there is a part of me, a shadow, that only wants to say "I love you." She just sits alone under the cherry blossom tree with her hands in her lap. Eyes are closed.
One of these days,my dear. One of these days.
I feel like there is a part of me, a shadow, that only wants to say "I love you." She just sits alone under the cherry blossom tree with her hands in her lap. Eyes are closed.
One of these days,my dear. One of these days.
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