2005-03-23 01:50:26LonelyPlanet

Depression

I at last realized that…I am not about you.
You are as free as a bird, high in sky,
And I, nothing big deal.
The World you belong to is the only place I cannot reach to.
I wanted to change myself to adapt into you,
Somehow, the farer I catch the farer you go.
See a world in a grave of sand,
But you don’t even give me.
Nothing about you I know,
Nothing but misery you leave.
Memory is no longer happy.

Cause you; I started to believe in existing of world.
Also because of you, the Haven falls.
Is that so called destiny…

Let me rest in peace…Died if I cannot be yours.