Twilights filled my days
where my heart goes beyond its ways
i play the song of rain
where i am drenched in my pride again
the morning sun laughed at me
while the withered leaves stared at me
when i am with a company
As my destiny......
when i'm happy
my guitar sounded high like the church bells
but when i'm moody
then my guitar sounded low like the tossing feathers
last december,i mooned on my blue moon everytime wen i looked the skies
tis december,the moon looks as my bungle in the skies
= "my last December memories".......
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