Something In the Past
By: Ryandhika Rukmana @ Copyright 2015
Stars always remind me about something in the past
The horizon remind me about the future
And if the sun rises, there will no regret about the stars at night
But when the sun sets, it remind me about you
When the greens move to the other side
And the blue remains on the top
But white still waiting on the edges
Will grey fall in love with brown?
If a mountain cry for the flower
Will the bees bring him a nectar?
What if the valley shout lovely words?
Will the birds come to dance?
Meet me in the rainy day, on the corner of the street
The first place we met. Don't forget to bring an umbrella
But, will you dance with me in the pouring rain?
The rainbow will give us a full color smile
Stars always remind me about something in the past
The horizon remind me about the future
And if the sun rises, there will no regret about the stars at night
But when the sun sets, it remind me about you
When the greens move to the other side
And the blue remains on the top
But white still waiting on the edges
Will grey fall in love with brown?
If a mountain cry for the flower
Will the bees bring him a nectar?
What if the valley shout lovely words?
Will the birds come to dance?
Meet me in the rainy day, on the corner of the street
The first place we met. Don't forget to bring an umbrella
But, will you dance with me in the pouring rain?
The rainbow will give us a full color smile
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