Capturing The Past

All the two years have gone

Slightest notion of love I have learned

The heart of everything bleeds for more

Walking down the sky

Questions me not to waste the time

I know all the happiness will touch my bird

The day is the time

Of returning in my second home

I know it's all about nothing to you

Although I have given the words

It's still possible to love more and more

One day I'll finish my tongues

Thank your cloud for capturing my past.