nostalgia
on 2008-06-18 @ 2:49 a.m.

Taking the same path to your house as I always did, it felt like last year again. Things become simpler, I don't know. It's the present, but I can't stop thinking about the future. I love everything, and I don't want to let go. Seeing the streets through my orange-tinted sunglasses, and the dandelions in the heat of the falling sun, it was hazy and dreamy. On the table blasting in my ears... I wanted to dance. Many times I wish I could stay here with you forever. The things I feel in the dead of the night...

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