Dear...Please don't cry
When I give up on life ...and eventually die
Cause it's my heart... that always fears
It'll hurt my dead soul for becoming the reason of your tears
I want to die in your lap
Feeling your warmth... On my tired cold hands
I want to touch your soul while I breath my last
I want to confess my heart's dealings by sharing nothing more than just a glance
When I'm gone... I'll become a little star
I'll still touch your drenched cheeks when you're broken and hurt
Will you feel the warmth of my faded light then ....
Even though they lose their brightness, even though we're far apart?!
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