Saturday, April 22, 2006
at the start, everytime we kissed, i saw another face.
everytime we touched, intimate moments, i never failed to feel guilt towards someone else.
when the chinese song, the one who loves me and the one i love,
i sang of him. myself. and another one who is far away.
maybe, just maybe, judgement day has arrived.
everytime we touched, intimate moments, i never failed to feel guilt towards someone else.
when the chinese song, the one who loves me and the one i love,
i sang of him. myself. and another one who is far away.
maybe, just maybe, judgement day has arrived.