Another single piece of dusk drop to my desk, then disappeared.
just like a leave ship the river,
Still,
Keeps moving..
Every minute, how much changing..
Red, blue, yellow,
what kind of mood that sky tells you,
hot, cold, warm,
did the weather really matter.
the shops still open, the shares still running,
the traffic jam, never end.
people, following the routine, everyday..
people, forget how to express, like the sky..
just like a leave ship the river,
Still,
Keeps moving..
Every minute, how much changing..
Red, blue, yellow,
what kind of mood that sky tells you,
hot, cold, warm,
did the weather really matter.
the shops still open, the shares still running,
the traffic jam, never end.
people, following the routine, everyday..
people, forget how to express, like the sky..
Labels: 2004
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