Memories of the Wind.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
A tribute.
To Dearest Xiao Bai,
Peace at last granted,
a quaint game with a tricky hand.
You began with an empty hand
You ended with an empty hand
and that's the way u went.
The fleeting steps,
the spiralling stairs,
its a long route to heaven,
but u chose it so.
And rightfully.
that's the way u went.
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
we shall glitter
from the path u laid.
Cuz u walked in our memory lane...
Life is not the number of breaths that we take, but rather the number of times it has been taken away.
Peace at last granted,
a quaint game with a tricky hand.
You began with an empty hand
You ended with an empty hand
and that's the way u went.
The fleeting steps,
the spiralling stairs,
its a long route to heaven,
but u chose it so.
And rightfully.
that's the way u went.
Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
we shall glitter
from the path u laid.
Cuz u walked in our memory lane...
Life is not the number of breaths that we take, but rather the number of times it has been taken away.
Labels: The Emo Club.
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