"Grow old with me"

　when her gentleness falls down with her tears,
　she strains her ears,
　and only one kiss of the prophet touches the mind...

　one dream is like the pollen of lily,
　not disappeared,
　even if i try to wipe it.

　hurts like anonymous solder on this field,
　just i'm like the skeleton, naked.
　who will believe me?

　God only knows...
　you may call me a woman robber,
　and i'll absolute devotedly.

　...in my sanctuary

　..* Risa's *¨/ 08-12-2009

　PEACE & LOVE