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Oct 25 2007, 22.08, in my room.
Music Box of Kindness
I am music,
You are music.
World around is blur,
But our music,
We can see clearly,
We can feel deeply.
You know someone says;
“when there’s music, angels singing.”
When I see your face,
“dancing in the rain~”, my music says.
Then I want to dance in the rain with you,
-While it’s summer right now.-
When you see my face,
What your music says?
“I won’t forget; your voice and your face.”
Who knows?
We haven’t known each other,
So I smile, and you smile.
And in instance, we’re connected.
I am, you are, wavering and shapeless.
But music has so many faces;
Merry, sad, desperation, hope lonely, regret, and love.
It embraces us, as we form ourselves.
This is me,
That is you.
I can feel, you can feel.
And we know we’re alive.
~Juwd~