2018.12.03.
Capricious Fairy
The lovely dream I dreamt on Sunday,Seeing you it skipped and flew away.
I'm a bit of a sore loser but
For you I pulled through and did my best.
Feelings of love dwell in my heart,
This must be the faeries' mischievous game.
Dancing in the air, ever capricious.
In an alley filled with the scent of flowers
I saw you two walking together and it hurt.
Happiness and sadness, smiles and tears,
All these things I hold on to, I'm sick of them.
Feelings of love dwell in my heart,
This must be the faeries' mischievous game.
Dancing in the air, ever capricious.
Feelings of love and the need to cry
can't be put into words and accomplish nothing.
Feelings of love and the need to cry
can't be put into words and accomplish nothing.