我懷念的
She threw away everything I gave her. Probably in a black thrash bag like that.
我懷念的是無話不說 我懷念的是一起做夢
我懷念的是爭吵以後 還是想要愛你的衝動
我記得那年生日 也記得那一首歌
記得那片星空 最緊的右手 最暖的胸口
(誰記得) 誰忘了
posted by Mr Brightside at 10:02 PM
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
She threw away everything I gave her. Probably in a black thrash bag like that.
我懷念的是無話不說 我懷念的是一起做夢
我懷念的是爭吵以後 還是想要愛你的衝動
我記得那年生日 也記得那一首歌
記得那片星空 最緊的右手 最暖的胸口
(誰記得) 誰忘了
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