Yokohama
And the radio softly humming
Evening breeze rolls in and the sun is setting
Skies are red over Yokohama
Cigar smoke fills the room in silence
Like a ghost of sakura petals
And she's by the window, smiling
But her smile is as cold as metal
He re-fills his glass, fingers shaking
He will be hungover tomorrow
And as something between them is breaking
They both know the love story's over.
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Рыжий Эльф 31.08.2012 03:34 Заявить о нарушении