ox-*- Angela -*-ox

Love of yours, its sound tells me that you're concerned about me.


That hand of yours that touches my forhead during the days when I'm unwell.


Every scene, every episode, they never fade away even though they had passed by however long ago.

And every scene, every episode, that kept emphasising the thing that I became since losing you.


That I am a stupid person, more so than anyone else, having had true love but was unable to take care of it.


Got to know it's value but then it's too late, broken-hearted, however much I thought of reverting the story, I'm able but only to dream.

Stick our picture, which was torn apart, back together.

But will our paths meet again? Or that I should accept it?


Tell me a little, just where there will be a door for me to revert to the nights and days,


that I had you; I'll take a good care of you, once again.. .