by Yani Tan
Look at me, watch me flying high...
The sky of being alone is blue, which seems a little dejected.
The time of being alone is free, which seems a little dull.
The moment of longing for a friend is happy, which seems a little grieved.
Only with pure longings,
Only with a quiet and slow growing up.
I like the color rinsed by time,
I like those unsung songs,
I like being friends with you for eternity.
I don't know. how long eternity will take,
And how much predestination we have.
But how long is not important.
Even though I cannot be with you everywhere,
I do cherish every second we are being friends. The 11 forgotten laws that make the law of attraction an unbreakable success