All of this doesn’t make a sense:
You and me, our love romance.
Even sun wants to run away
Behind the cloud…
I’m not trying to have a fight
To find out who is wrong, who’s right.
I’m so tired and I don’t want
To cry out loud.
Somewhere in clouds
There is a Porcelain Dream
And we are in it “Yes” and “No”.
We are divided
Only by little extreme,
Flying in heaven through the snow.
There were two a few years ago…
Blue sky cried if you tried to go.
We were dreaming to fly away
Up to the sky…
You were the captain of our plane,
I was your stewardess through sun and rain.
Two young pretenders who used to think
That they could fly…
September 15, 2008