When the dark come to land,
all the things dies out,
only your heart can be fond.
It shine,it lovely cry,
may not that's my fantacy,
just choking with little smile.
I concern your words creazy,
to fond nothing hence delight,
you hide it,not let me see.
You,coming to be who
you're to me and thus
to be my autume life so true.
As all fallings pass your eyes,
Please,give a little promise,not lies.
