YOUR HAND

Being alone was sad, So I held your hands; Yet two of us felt lonely, So we made lots of memories slowly. Surely, it gave us thousands of powers, Just like a beautiful bright three-leaf clover; We know we can create any dream, As the fishes of hope swimmer along the streams. It's the time to soar up in the sky, Let's raise our voices high; Let's not stop until we pass that day, When with a discouraged gloomy heart we lay. The strengths in our hears, The tears on our cheeks; Were the witness on the day we bloomed, Flipping the page, where we were doomed. Even though that evening was dark, Even though I could not find anyone familiar to me, I felt a slight warm breeze in my heart, Adding elegance to that beautiful flower which no one could see. This feeling that I feel now, Will never, ever be lost in my heart; So, let this memory of us together, Never let us feel apart. ...