Grudge

If only I was those flowers, could creep in your heart, If only I was that song, always on your lips, can't, I stop myself peeping in your window passing by, a dimmed hope, you'd peep back from your desk. It's so chilly here, rubbing my palms all by me, would you put your eyes out of it, so I'd blush out red? O dear I lost myself a while ago, but among no men, maybe, maybe along the wind, the rain, the dusk or the dawn. They say "first dream, then you'll achieve". but as you see dreams are only to be dreamed Thrust myself to the end, Reality always seems different.