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Friday, December 18, 2009


It was me who cried

not showing your weakness doesn't mean that u're strong
because you told me, i believe

My breadth becomes cold and my foot strecthes in front of me back home
I might even forget the warmness that i felt just now

It was me who cried
the beautiful winter collections, hope they don't dissapear from the skies
I looked at it, i believe

I want to protect this hand so that it will never separate
what i want to say doesn't come out as words
Laughing at things, surrounding you softly

Counting the number of shooting stars
I'm here right now because we met
because you taught me, i believe

It was me who cried
not showing your weakness doesn't mean that u're strong
because you told me, i believe
because you told me, i believe