March 13, 2008
I have a lightning on my hand:
You've made it when we were together.
The pain of it I cannot stand
And still can't smooth my ruffled feathers.
It can't be cut and can't be wiped
As well as can't be burnt in sunlight.
It is the trace of my past life -
The life that now is in twilight.
My heart is suffering from it:
This scar is like a life reflection.
It is the print of your deceit,
It is my memory collection...
It's hard to lose all that we had -
I need to take my heart... I had to!
But see this scar that on my hand
And understand - I won't forget you!