When I see you running away
Golden countries of sun and wheat,
Cyan mountains of fogs and mists,
Like an uncatched and spirit ray;
When I listen to your sad song
Glorifying elusive fun,
That's about your endless run,
That is seemed to be happiest sound;
When I find you going mad,
Seeking for unexisted scence,
Watching struggles of life and death,
Loosing willpower that you have;
Then I'll give you my warmest care,
I'll become your mainstay of stone.
You would find your forgotten home,
You would hide in my tender hands...
But I know that you will not stay,
Too afraid to become my slave.
Will you ease broken thoughts, my fave?
Will you stop chasing mirage rains?
2014
When
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