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The Writer
zee

.is a good lyricist.
.can sing. always can
.is a hyper-active kid
.wants to spend his whole life chasing nothing
.hates black & white

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Melissa


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summer's love
Friday, November 23, 2007

met a girl in Hokaido last summer, fell in love with her, but during the last day of summer vacation, she left without a word.
maybe she has her own reason for doing so, or its a "one-night stand" kinda thing, but she never told me.

北海道的夏天

去年夏天.....你像小猫
静静靠在我身边
睡醒之前.....吻了我后
你却也转身不见

又到夏天.....独自回到
鲜花盛开的季节
沙滩上面.....你的脚印
早以消失而不见

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阳光升起.....大方曝晒
穿透纯白的窗帘
你的背心.....你的香味
偶尔让我好怀念

望出窗外.....夏天海边
好多比基尼美眉
就是现在.....桃花无限
开始了新的夏天..................|

你留下.....的照片.....一直在.....口袋里面
暑假的最后一天.....灿烂的烟火节
点燃了恋人爱的火焰

穿着凉鞋.....倒立在北海道街边
以为能倒回流失的时间
炎热却.....浪漫的.....夏天の恋
转眼间.....为何你就不见

让爱沉淀.....在紫色的熏衣草园
陶醉在属于自己的世界
望着天.....想忘了.....夏天の恋
但你的脸.....却出现在辽阔的蓝天


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p.s. its only my imaginations =p

flew across the blue sky with zee @{ 3:17 AM }