The warm rays of the sun are of another world
The field of reeds are dancing all alone
I remain paused at a green hill, holding a conversation I’ve yet to finish with her
The sky is of an expressionless face that holds no answers
You’re probably hiding behind the clouds, you’re probably a star
- Love Song by Big Bang
posted 12:06 pm on Sunday, January 22, 2012 with 16 notes