My OperaMonday, December 5, 2011 1:33:16 PM
Destination couldn’t search with my naked eyes,
So cold lonely-teary place.
I heard far away voices,shouting,enjoying,
I follow that voices but my body resists-
Resists in a sense of having weaker side.
Pulled me so much to stayed and faced,
Things that entangled my being.
So cold lonely-teary place.
I heard far away voices,shouting,enjoying,
I follow that voices but my body resists-
Resists in a sense of having weaker side.
Pulled me so much to stayed and faced,
Things that entangled my being.
