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The stars lean down to kiss you And I lie awake and miss you Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere 'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly But I'll miss your arms around me I'd send a postcard to you, dear 'Cause darling I wish you were here I'll watch the night turn light-blue But it's not the same without you Because it takes two to whisper quietly The silence isn't so bad 'Til I look at my hands and feel sad 'Cause the spaces between my fingers Are right where yours fit perfectly I'll find repose in new ways Though I haven't slept in two days 'Cause cold nostalgia Chills me to the bone But drenched in vanilla twilight I'll sit on the front porch all night Waist-deep in thought because When I think of you I don't feel so alone I don't feel so alone, I don't feel so alone As many times as I blink I'll think of you tonight When violet eyes get brighter And heavy wings grow lighter I'll taste the sky and feel alive again And I'll forget the world that I knew But I swear I won't forget you Oh, if my voice could reach Back through the past, I'd whisper in your ear, Oh, darling I wish you were here Vanilla Twilight- Owl City 城市的热闹蜂拥而上， 我受不了了。 情绪不在我掌控之下，我该如何才好呢？ 我坐在钢琴前弹着一首对我来说没带感情的歌。 歌曲随着我手指慢慢的成了一首歌，联成一手对大家来说得神话。 霎那间，歌曲扭转成不悦耳的声音。 在我手中的东西，为何都被我破坏了？ Unfair? Unjustice? Or, maybe both? Too bad, that's this big, bad world huh? You aren't doing yourself any good, you know? Karma happens, and that would not only be me, but you, and everyone. Too bad, it's too late. (: Poor you. I woke up this morning, and checked my phone. Oh my, i'm playing a game. A dreadful one. I don't know when it started, but it just did. My perception changed, and nobody knew. And that's just what i want--- nobody to know. I wanted to quit, and lose this game of chess, this game of mindpower and will. But i decided not to. I will continue this game. I picked up a book. The burying place by Brian Freeman. Oh my, what do i see? Deceit. Instinctively, i would say not to trust anyone. But then, i thought again. No...no...this world can't turn without trust. Pandora opened up the box...and seven bad things escaped. And there was one last one which didn't make it. Trust. How many times have i wanted to trust? I fear to trust, why? I wish i knew. |