giving up opening the presents’ ribbon
that used to make me forward to
giving up the midnight’s radio
never give in yourself to the love songs,again and again,foolishly
because love, has never taught me how to survive
but as a deal of my vanity to the naive
and love has made us a stranger
and not becoming a noble soul within us
i just need your hug,not your kiss
i just need you to be my dearest,not loving me
do lend me your hand,one minute a day
be my dearest
and not becoming my lover or someone’s
even if i have soaked in the rain
i will never going to allow anyone to lead me by the nose
and if i am still clenching my fist
i might afraid my dreams will fly away
and love,is not everything
it can not stop us from war
and love,it will only be a pity
for those that are deeply in love and being sacrifised
i just need your hug,not your kiss
i just need you to be my dearest,not loving me
do lend me your hand,one minute a day
so that i can dream
as my hero with a smile
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