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We Can Never Revisit Yesterday
Touch the dark corner of my sooted house,
Holding up a bamboo flare
If you cherish affection, dear.
You can sense the aching delight
Deep in the center of a woman's heart,
Resting with half-extinguished pain.
Gray living under the pitch-black sky,
For every odd promise and strangeness,
When we tried to change the nature,
To fan the blue flame, rekindled with lush thoughts.
The past is over, the past is over now.
I could not find you the other day
As you stepped back suddenly
When we were floating together
High over the hills,
Beyond the strange feeling barrier.
Now I know, you see me as a living soul,
But the pain of a forlorn woman's aching heart
Knows how hard it has been to believe
The hidden darkness behind these still eyes,
That we can never revisit yesterday.
© L o s t S o u l
Holding up a bamboo flare
If you cherish affection, dear.
You can sense the aching delight
Deep in the center of a woman's heart,
Resting with half-extinguished pain.
Gray living under the pitch-black sky,
For every odd promise and strangeness,
When we tried to change the nature,
To fan the blue flame, rekindled with lush thoughts.
The past is over, the past is over now.
I could not find you the other day
As you stepped back suddenly
When we were floating together
High over the hills,
Beyond the strange feeling barrier.
Now I know, you see me as a living soul,
But the pain of a forlorn woman's aching heart
Knows how hard it has been to believe
The hidden darkness behind these still eyes,
That we can never revisit yesterday.
© L o s t S o u l
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