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Do you know what flower would suit me?

The red one, or the blue one?

Both are beautiful, do you think I'm beautiful?

Like a flower blossomed in a hill,

I blossomed only in front of you...

The sky always changes.

Sometimes it is red, sometimes it is blue,

Sometimes it's overwhelmed by the darkness,

Sometimes it's bright white like the sunlight.

You always admires the sky,

I hope I can be your sky...

But, I never know, I never know...

That destiny is cruel enough

To make me go against you.

But still, my heart belongs to you.

Chelsea Vanessa

Monday, September 13, 2010

3:51 PM