chuchuuuue (dedication)
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Say, my friends were having fun;
Though rendered with sadness
thus, the definition of rave-up.
The blossoms wither yet again
dignifying the innocence but
everytime it take turns-the happenings, the raveshing; full with satisfaction
was back again to solitude.
My, my, my, I love my friends
Where to begin with?
Perhaps, I envy them
they come and go as they say;
no longer the stream-smooth and easy going.
I wish upon the stars to comfort me
please pacify my oppos.
do I not inform the commie; I abhor such practice?!
Be willing to participate and yet again two minds as if living in one-I tell
to you
a child once living far more can anyone fathom adheres life: none joys brings.
They come and go as they say; please
don't leave me be
the darkness will soon fade but I do not know of; the date is yet unknown.
Go, my friends gone with your
party
But do not abandon the once you sought,
because he waits; the date is yet unknown.
Say, your friend, silence; Do you forsaken?
Wait, wait, wait.
I do not know; the date is yet unknown.
The norm shows glee, the one was
left behind but the feeling is mutual-though rendered with
inadequacy, still, feels joys.
It takes two to tango, does it?
Does it take two to feel estrange?
Does it take a group and the one estranged feels the same?
Long night stays,
cold and wither,
the one feel estranged stays; everyone moved on.
And when the night is shallow,
and when the day lingers, I hope
the feeling stays the same.
If the time comes; go on with the
life you sought.
Perchance; we meet again.
If not, see you in afterlife.
they come and go as they say;
the left behind,
but perhaps lives to the fore-
Already acknowledge.
My, my, my, I love you all my
friends.
