Oh, my love, my darling, I've hungered for your touch, a long lonely time.
Time goes by, so slowly and time can do so much,
Are you still mine? I need your love I need your love
God speed your love to me.
Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea, to the open arms of the sea
Lonely rivers sigh, "Wait for me, wait for me!" I'll be coming home, wait for me.
Same song, but it made us flushed this time. Seemed like explicitly reminding us of something we are about to forget. Like trying hard to erase part of the melody from a song and so it becomes unchained. I don't know if I am the only one who remember that we did listen to the same song some years before. Maybe I should not remember.
I feel what you feel. Maybe I don't. Or I do not know how I feel at all. Even we are no longer the one we used to know, you are still impressive...though I feel like knowing someone new. Perhaps it's time to wash out what we believe as memory.
You said we should live on and I do, I think I do.
123456789 becomes 1789. What will it become later? 1?9? or nothing...
Unchained Melody
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