Apr 21, 2010

My song, song with you.

I wanted you to listen my song,
But it seems to have been impossible.

I try to read your message.

My this song was not worth listening.
That's true, isn't it?
I want to think that it was so surely.

Otherwise, I can't live anymore.
Even I would not like to be denied me all.

So I devote myself to sing.
For the song that I promised with you.
For showing it to everyone.

I put away this song till then.
Good night, my song.
Sorry, song with you.


I wanted you to listen my song,
But it seems to have been forgotten.

I try to read your message.

This song that with you didn't remain in your memory.
That's true, isn't it?
I want to think that it was so surely.

I can't get along when I don't think so.
Even my feeling would be hurt.

So I just devote myself to sing.
for getting over sorrow and gloom
and showing the song to everyone.

I keep this song carefully till then.
Good night, my song.
Sorry, song with you.

For me that poetry is all,
it is very hard that I lose this place.

Even I would sob.
Even I would cry.
Even I would be stunned.

I will surely get come them,
so please wait for me till I come back to the whereabouts.

Good night, my song.
Sorry, song with you.

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