A Hundred Year Summer
A Hundred Year Summer
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I always close my eyes to see her
Only to witness a silhouette and stranger’s voice
Memories of words, illusions of imagination
Cast me to contemplate the unexpected situations
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As her presence radiated through my own, everything was clear
I should leave my seat and dance with the wind
Every step to take, she glided from my back and edge
No one could have ignored her hovering with such grace
That even I have forgotten, the hard glass on our bare faces
Seeing our laughs, and hearing total darkness in every strand
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I sensed the possibility of what these blurry scenes have to offer
Knowing we were close, yet hundred miles afar
For every time was costless, how can I blame us?
Nevertheless, I wanted it to have worth
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As I returned, only tens of miles away from her aura
Happiness did not comply
Instead fear housed inside me
Keeping change to be unchangeable
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I guess I was half right, it never been the same
The barrier that kept us together, scattered into pieces
We met on several occasions, hearing the choir and shutters of the camera
Yet distant more than ever
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For many years it was a flat line, but looking back
I saw mountain ranges and drum beats
Maybe the space-time gods taught me something
I already lived a lifetime, back to the long July
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