opened up my eyes
staring through the endless red sky
feeling uneasy…
closed my eyes
trying to let those worries fly
feeling lonely…

she cries, “i need to break this chain!”
down on her knees, struggling…
but the other half is resisting…
hug her, then said, “you made it”
she is put in silence…
cry in silence

You throw a rock to the river
In order to turn over the current
But why did you use the small one?
You said the bigger rock is heavy
You rejected my help to pick up the rock together
And you keep throwing the small one
Should I accompany you or should I leave?

Laughing together with life,
and smiling to the past.
We continually strive,
so that we would live at last.

Note: This is for a good friend of mine. I’m really sorry for your lost of your little one.

Raining…
The sky has spoken,
the words are written,
the path is created,
who can deny it?

Rain poured down,
gentled touched the cheek,
was the sky crying?
or was it me?

Lullaby…
Little life of mine,
I hold you firmly in my arms.
You are my sunshine,
that I would always keep in my minds.

I’m singing sweet lullaby,
O’ dear starlight,
this won’t be a goodbye,
when I’m telling you a goodnight.

Goodnight…
And the twilight has arrived,
or has the dawn greeted us?
I tell you again,
that this is not the end.

Sweet dreams,
my little love,
I let you leave,
as I know that you will live…

I’m offering you this hand,
so you could see the sun,
across the boundary,
into eternity.

why do you speak loudly
when everybody is listening?
I ask, “Hey you!”
“Will you stop whining?”

I’m trying to acknowledge you
I’m figuring who you are
instead I’m singing “du du du”
and covering my ear

You are so self centered
and why do I have to bother?
you are even not listening
when at the top of my lung, I’m screaming

chasing the leaving shadow
leaving me behind like a stranger
do you really need to go now?
can’t you stay a little longer?

if you promise to stay
I’ll be good
sure I can’t fix the broken glass
trust me, it stays in the past

I’m recalling your image
but stuck in an empty space
the door is closed
it’s locked

trap in my own dream?
hell no!!

Flower seed is trying to grow
Where’s the rain?
Where’s the sun?
…where’s the earth?

She stood there in silence
Amazement filled her eyes
Something was blooming inside her
Trying to make things clearer

Hesitation stopped her from approaching
But curiosity had won against it
Slowly she moves her hand
Reaching for the unseen sensation

It’s an old oak tree
Immense in height and size
Remains gracefully in the horizon
The evidence of the sails of time

The bare hand touched the skin
A whisper slipped as the feeling bloomed
“What are your stories?”
A breeze carried the answer,

“You are my stories.”

9:45…edit with help of my sis..thank you and loved you ^_^
22.06…edit again, feedback from ZaQ..thanx ^_^