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when the sun goes down
Bora Bora.
You think that this is a dream but it's not.
It's Jaejoong looking up from drawing birds in the sand, salty driftwood in hand and sweet smile hidden by the shadows of the curving sun; he calls you to come over and he spills his words softly, the foamy crest of a receding wave
I love beach make me sunset hungry can breathe if
and you want to laugh, you’ve never been so happy in your life. You want to ask, what are you trying to say, but then you remember, exactly, everything that tumbles out next.
You mouth the words with him: I want to live forever, I want Bora Bora forever, I want Dong Bang Shin Ki forever, I want you--
I want...
You think that this is a dream, but it's not.
You wake up later that morning, and understand.
This is a memory, too.
Bora Bora.
You think that this is a dream but it's not.
It's Jaejoong looking up from drawing birds in the sand, salty driftwood in hand and sweet smile hidden by the shadows of the curving sun; he calls you to come over and he spills his words softly, the foamy crest of a receding wave
I love beach make me sunset hungry can breathe if
and you want to laugh, you’ve never been so happy in your life. You want to ask, what are you trying to say, but then you remember, exactly, everything that tumbles out next.
You mouth the words with him: I want to live forever, I want Bora Bora forever, I want Dong Bang Shin Ki forever, I want you--
I want...
You think that this is a dream, but it's not.
You wake up later that morning, and understand.
This is a memory, too.