Minutes comes and goes,
So is your love,
Standing unto your lies,
Even it drowns me further the atmosphere,
There it belts my wrist like a watch,
There it takes me above regrets,
Torn my soul into pieces,
Fades away with the most thin air,
Splashing rumours in my ears,
Like wind that blows unexpectately,
How can it ends with a smile,
Like good old stories,
Thus lemon taste sour like that of your kisses,
Love like ground that never ends with a smile,
Nothing to replace it.

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