Tuesday, June 07, 2005
{ 7:42 PM }
The further we are apart,
the nearer I feel you are.
Even my loneliness turns into strength...
when I think of you.
In a time where streets,
people and dreams change,
I could only oppose them.
I still did not realize,
That there are things that can't be conveyed even with words.
My lost dreams of wanting to hold you by my side,
For them, you said, "Don't give up!"
The thing that pierces the gentle chest,
that's a fragment of my dream.
Believe once more in the the miracle that is our chanced meeting.
In the days without you,
I've stopped moving.
But now I am walking out of here.
All the coincidences we shared,
certainlyThey all have their meanings.
When our dreams comes true one by one,
and we meet again,
The coincidences become destiny.
If even the torn promises can change into vows,
Can we also change back to the two of us from the time we met at that place?
The dear faces that resemble "kindness".
I can see with my eyes closed,
I know you are here without our hands touching.
Even if I can't see the astrayed answers tomorrow,
I carry the truth known as "today" in order to meet you.
The thing that pierces the gentle chest,
that's a fragment of my dream.
As it is,
believe once more in the the miracle that is our chanced meeting.
