You
When ever I meet you
I think that my life is only for you
There is a home in my heart
Little but enough to love you
There is autumn in my city
So I gathered pale leafs for you
And freshen them by my tears
Might I can blossom them for you
Leaves on road, and withered flowers
But lo in my eyes, there is a heaven for you
Life is colorful, it is the world of colors
But all the colors are faint before you
yesterday I catch a butterfly
And put into a bottle for you
Today it has die, and told me from sky
Beauty is, to see, to amuse ,but not for you
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