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Lei Heung Laan
Bothered by the spring breeze, why would I get bothered by the spring breeze?
I could not describe it in words thus I indulged in wine.
Droplets of the cold night rain transmits those photographs.
Looking back at those yellowed pages, I found my self entangled,
entangled by those photographs of your mesmerising face.
Like a flower yet to bloom,
like ice that is yet to freeze.
They contain many words,
yet I cannot understand.
Is the wine getting stronger?
Or am I just forlorn?
How can I feel them resonate inside me?
How can I link up the pieces of time
from the photographs?
I tried reminiscing throughout the entire night yet I could not find your whereabouts.
Looking back, I felt like I was the one being passive,
averting your face, though it had already been imprinted inside my mind.
Like a flower yet to bloom,
like ice that is yet to freeze.
They contain many words,
yet I cannot understand.
Is the wine getting stronger?
Or am I just forlorn?
How can I feel them resonate inside me?
Like a flower yet to bloom,
like the ice that is yet to freeze.
They contain many words,
yet I cannot understand.
Is the wine getting stronger?
Or am I just forlorn?
How can I feel them resonate inside me?
FrostNova7122✕
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