I feel just like flying
And you are the wings
That keeps going
Higher and higher
Hope not fall
Hope not to let you go
I don’t want to crash
Just like so many times before
I would like to think
That will not burn away
I don’t want to be the icarus
In this fairy tale.
While you stay behind me
There’s nowhere we can’t reach
You make happy, you make me free
Monday, October 15, 2007
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