taking another step away from our memories.
i wonder,
whn im old, will i look bck and think of you?
you did,
just th littlest things to make me cry.
it was written in th stars,
for us, one day, to part.
my angel inside ,
has it died? i think it did.
it's gone, th silence tht used t0 make me cry.
think think think, those thoughts tht used to make me gulity.
thy all walking into th chapels of memories.
yet, i clung 0n t0 them f0r to0 l0ng and n0w i supposed it's time.
you've let g0 earlier thn me. s0 why cnt i d0 it?
till i finally reach th end of th road,
xoxo,
yinying
