Thursday, September 27, 2012

Illa Illa


When the warm and scented wind passes by my cheeks
I think of your face that i used to love
Oh, when the wild, unknown flowers bloom hidden on the streets
I think of you, whom i hide away in my memories

Never forget love
Because first love is beautiful, a first love is a flower
Blooming widely when spring comes – dazzling like a flower
Like a young child, a first love is inexperienced
Because you can’t unconditionally give and take love
My love, good-bye
When the stars drawn out on the night sky bring up your memories,
I take you out of my old diaries

                                                                        ILLA ILLA BY JUNIEL  


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