Minggu, 10 Juli 2011

If

If our story cannot be written

I wonder why God allow us to meet?

If our destiny cannot be reached

I wonder why we give up our chances?


I just wanna be selfish sometimes

Coz i’m tired to watch u from afar

I don’† wanna be nice all times

Coz i hate if i ought to let u go


The happiness is not about winning the first prize

But it is when i can be with u and see your smile closely

The sad thing is not when seeing the dark sky

But it is when i can’t be with u and couldn’t hold your arms tightly

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