Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Though separated and different, they share the same love for one another.
Improving myself is 1 thing..
But I will never change my ideals,
and change myself just because of you.
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Time doesn't heal scars,
it plasters the wound with scar tissues,
shielding the mind from hurting itself.
Opening my eyes, and forgiving myself,
suddenly makes the wound painless.
The deeper I fall,
the harder it is to wake up,
is it the dreamer that refuses to see the blue skies,
or the skies that refuse to acknowledge the dreamer?
In a desert searching for an oasis,
I was on my way to find my soulmate,
I merely stopped by and had a seat with you,
thinking perhaps you might be the one.
I get stronger day by day,
not hesitating as I used to, erasing you,
that surge of courage,
is it anger and hatred, or my awareness
that it's not you, destined to be in my arms,
I wonder..
I'll be on my way now.
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