Monday, November 08, 2010 Monday, November 08, 2010
Fireworks
Sometimes, love is like fireworks, burnt bright but gone fast.
Therfore you know nothing last forever.
When you started liking him, you always know something for certain.
It is that he will always be somebody's else's sky.
It is like taking things do not belong to you.
Yet you refuse to give up every little possibilities.