Selasa, 27 Maret 2012

For You ( ◦˘ З(◦'ں')

My true friend, lost the memory of
On the day we share
With a million boxes a dream, I'm coming toward you
I show all my possessions
We always think we are the greatest
Pride in the beautiful youth
I was the king of kings you
I'm black and you were black
Meaning friends more than just material
Hold the shoulder, never disconnect
When I was tired ... tired and not shine
Squeeze the wings, never disconnect
If I want to fly ... fly to leave
I was always proud of you, you were always flattering me
Me and you are immortal blood
For the sake of playing together, we emphasized all
Our freedom, our independence
We never think about
This trip ends
We need not consider
The end of this trip

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