12 August 2002

I knew you when I was twelve.
You’re so nice, you always help.
I knew I would fall for you
And you never expected it though.

I like your laced long black hair
And the purity is within your skin.
I like the way we smiled to each other.
Sometimes I wish I could hold you forever.

Four years have passed in our lives,
You’re gone, I was not satisfied.
I haven’t told you what I feel.
Now the chance may come to an end.

Wina, you are a year older
But I can’t stop looking everywhere.
I’m asking where I could find you,
Wina, tell me where to go.

kenn jimena

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