someone teach me how to fall out if love
without being hateful of bitter
retaining a kindness like a dove
So i could patch this mess and make it better
someone teach me how to fall out if love
without being hateful of bitter
retaining a kindness like a dove
So i could patch this mess and make it better
feeling so lost
missing myself
and how i use to be
feeling so lonesome
missing something
and I don’t know what
feeling foreign emotions
missing its point
and meaning
This started as advertisement for wedding cakes from the Taiwanese bakery chain Isabelle - twelve short videos with twelve different marriage proposals, according to western zodiac signs. Harusame redraws them as comic strips with various hetalia pairings.
“Elevator girl” - pisces video and comic strip with LietBel
More translations under the Zodiac proposals tag.
**Inspiring video** Ban Ki-moon: The Time Has Come. REMIX! (by AllOutorg)
You said that it was only time
That it doesn’t matter
Whether it’s weeks, months, years or forever
‘It’s only time’ was what you uttered
‘I will always love you’ was what you voicelessly whispered
Yet time is the most destructive force there is
The worlds greatest thief
It breaks down the strongest diamonds
Dries up the most bountiful lakes
Weathers the tallest mountain
Yes it’s only time but i fear that with it
Your love for me will fade
and by then I won’t even have that silent ‘I love you’
It’s the simple fact that I never had your heart
It’s the simple fact that I will never be able to be the one who holds it
It’s the simple face that he was there first
It’s the simple fact that he and you have a history
It’s the simple fact that you loved and still loves him
It’s the simple fact that you will never let go of him
It’s the simple fact that you love him and not me and that I knew from the start but was too stubborn to accept.
The simple fact that your love him leaves no room for me in your heart
It seemed so long
those days of lightness
where there were songs
that sang of brightness
for quite sometime now
I felt like I was sleeping
lost in the shallow streams of woe
I had no choice but to row
Being lost with no hope of escaping
with only two directions to go
Back to land or continue to deeper waters
Though my life is not really as exciting
there was no stream in which i could drown my sorrow
no land I could go to
Instead I had a bike
An old and rusty companion I had neglected
It was still usable even with a broken break
So I rode around my estranged neighourhood
Until I lost the feeling of my legs
Until the skies darkened and started to weep
until the chain caught the edge of my pants
The pants that are as old as the bike
the pant that was ripped and caused me to fall
I was awaken by the stinging on my knee
I knew I was not asleep
I had proof that I was not asleep
and that this is reality