I only see thing what is clear to my eyes and will believe it in the way my sight shows me. I also believe that the color of season meant to cross my path, whether it blooms wonderful or it appears awful sometimes. But, somehow when it's gone i will just miss the smell again. And no matter where i go, i will still end up being me. The scenery may change, but what's missing never change and i'll be still the same incomplete person. There's another thing i believe in life, true love never exist. If it does exist, you'll never have to meet me today.
|Goodbye August, Hello September...|