My unique flower.
There is no news from spring.
I remain in winter... and lost my shoes.
You told me to paint for my heart's voice.
I'm still searching myself in your eye.
Your nice voice said, GOD is here. Do you remember?
I should cry, or no?
I should say or no?
I should forget your love or no?
With unanswered question, go for refuge to the Mirror.
Staring at my picture, ask whom should I ignore?
One side of this story is you, the other side is me.
You and me are two person with one soul.
If you break, I'm broken.
You are my shut wings, me is the dismay of your fly.
Did you invite the Immortality?
My lodge is vacant , there is no tulip, lily, jasmine. .
Smile to me. I am alone.
Do you want to break your window?
Maybe the voice of broken glass, would remind you to me.
Smile.
Did you frame my smile?
My heart does not feel it.
My mind is full of you when you are gone.
It is about « honesty » that i grind, then grinded myself.
