2008.09.07 Sun
»æÈô¹Ôµ¡ Paperplane

Sometimes it felt like dreams are like paperplanes.

Everyone held many in their hands as a child.

There comes a time when people would eventually let them go.

Slowly we let them go, believing that they don't belonged in our hands,
maybe now, you'll let them all go, into the sky where you thought they should be.

Do you remember that special one you used to held onto so tightly?

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