If there is a missing color

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If there is a missing color

Then she must be blue
Between sky and sea between the kind of transparent
Hold her lazy afternoon temperature
Find a dream figure alone
It left behind the sweetness in the distance
Unconsciously during the day and into another world
Fermented in the sun sweet story
Staged here every day
The night without you becomes another world
This flood was called lonely air
All the joy, anger, quietly read
Originally thought to have been able to think miss numbness forgotten
Is only used to conceal thoughts with indifferent
suffocation caused by
As we have been breathing and often forget themselves in the same breath
never forget that feeling of suffocation
Cry because it is missing the power
When thoughts go hand in hand with breathing when the
Do not ask all the questions as if the answer
People who love the pain in my heart
All good glass and passion are the same as solidified in the years gone
Time, sometimes very slow very slow off
All in a moment when they woke up as if still present
Through the eyes too vague
Fixed in the distant view across the ocean
And there is a warm thought
called

Shallow and become very heavy days
Baptism in our thoughts have their own nicks
Years of carved tombstones in mind that others can not interpret one symbol
From there, from there the end of
No longer have to ask not to think about the responsibility is no longer demanding ever
Sometimes the words and language is the most pale
But sometimes it brings a captivating
Is heart-breaking portrayal of a lonely accumulation
Catharsis alone is missing the temperature
Search
recalled the memory of tenderness
Time to look up the broken fragmented
Dying should be the Earth's chord
So chewing bitter words
Appreciate the familiar atmosphere
Do a little moan
disease-free
The interpretation of the mood of boredom
Will pass into a boring time
Because want to find the flickering shadow of the moon that
Crystal field side drooping eaves
Raising my eyes light
Maybe you are engraved in my heart the same traces of
Miss the taste of addiction all fade into nothingness any
In mind the taste of your
Deep dark vault of heaven as in the past
Sway on the colorful wings children with me to a dream
If there is a missing color
If there is a missing color