The Dew

by Kim Yang   Sep 22, 2006


My heart will fly away when season's pass'd.
And it will arrive to you in the early morning. I hope you will be there to catch my heart from the dew and be with me from night to dawn.

Catch my heart from the dew before the dew disappears.
The dew is my heart.

The dew can tell how I feel.

K. Yang

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