| "What a lovely day today!" he saied.
Another guy,
He rose his head,
Looked at him,
Without a word,
Then head downed back to his newspaper──as uaual.
"Did you hear me?!!"
The man,
Shouted with temper,
His hair,
Looked like the red red rose under the summer day.
The face was discontent,
And a bit tolerence that he himself would never ever notice.
He stared,
At the other guy,
That he had been with for years.
For so many years,
They were still so easy to get fight with each other,
No matter how small the cause is,
No matter how unnecessary the argument could be.
"I still remember how you always yelled at me, looked like angry. But, how strange...
Deep down in my mind, I always feel, that you loved me."
You loved me...
One day, the man, who crossed the road,
Is under the sun of a beautiful midsummer.
His hair, looked like a red red rose,
Blossomed, in the air of the quietness.
In his hand, a newspaper,
Newly printed having the new program for TV show,
Is for him, another guy,
Who always watches basketball
──if he couldn't go, instead, stay at home to see the satellite show.
As usual,
Like all the sad stories go.
The pirnce must die,
The sun must fall.
A car run by,
Hit the young men down to the ground.
The air of summer,
So sweet,
So gentle as it doth never move.
"You loved me... You loved me..."
So many years, so many years,
The other guy,
Who could still remember that day,
Seeing how red and fair his hair looked like
So was his blood,
So was, in his hand, that newspaper, stained, with his blood
──that abandoned him, run to the murky ground.
So is now, this, lying, upon this grave, under the mid-day sun, this red red rose...
"How strange, how strange that...I feel you loved me, you loved me..."
We always fight,
We always pick on each other,
You were mad at me,
For I ignored you.
But how stange it is
How strange it is...
I felt you loved me.
You loved me.... |