walking on a desolate street. dancing to a silent waltz. gazing at the fake dark sky behind us. how strange and peaceful it is to feel we're building lasting memories when the future seems so uncertain, yet so beautiful.
sometimes.. i still meet you in the depth of my memories and we dance that lovely music playing in our heads for hours.. in complete silence. that fake sky knew everything.. it was mocking us...
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"Memories"...isn't that a Barbra Streisand's song?
Deja.
sometimes.. i still meet you in the depth of my memories and we dance that lovely music playing in our heads for hours.. in complete silence.
that fake sky knew everything.. it was mocking us...
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