That final lie

As always, you look at the reddish dusk,

Do you remember the reddish sun on that day?

Rough wind opposing our cheeks,

in the early summer wind vanishes:

All our lovely memories say away with it.

two of us can't dwell to how it was.

can you deceive me well?

our love too true to be appear as lies

My blog is dead...
so is the blogger...
I'm sad...and I mean it...
When I think of it...
My tears will roll down...
Im feeling down...
and i know is harder for u...
U r like my real di...
I'll continue to blog when im fine...
Really sorry and sad to hear bout that...