My heart is left vacant, once again.
Must You always add an interlude,
And interrupt things like drops of rain?
I know that You give and take away,
But I really want to be with her.
Being with her till my hair turns grey,
Is something I always desire.
There she is, still running in my head,
I don't know when that's going to end.
Ah, wouldn't life be an escapade,
If she was meant to be my girlfriend?
Now every night I dream of that day,
When in my heart she will be replaced.
Then her face and voice will fade away,
With all memories of her erased.
~ Glen A. Liang
courtesy of Poon Marian
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