It's late night,
the moon shining beautifully.
It's late night,
the moon singing a lullaby.
It's late night,
the moon accompanying her so patiently.
Tired soul,
but don't want to rest.
Drowsy eyes,
but refuse to close.
Sweet smile,
but hide a fake.
She only lies in her roses garden,
by herself.
She only give all to her man,
heart and believe.
Listening a beautiful lullaby.
She afraid to fall asleep, afraid can't meet her sunshine again.
She afraid to fall asleep, afraid of a dreams that won't last and nightmare.
She will just let her soul fly away and never back again, no one can, except her sunshine.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
The Lullaby and Sunshine
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