A Beautiful Film Would It Be:

Indeed one’s love story could be likened to a beautiful film.

photo: Charmaine

I always thought I’m strong
Finding a way to forget you
But every time I’m alone in my room
I always find my way

Reaching to your hand that was held by another man
How sad, our love story will end
Before it reached its climax
And then fall from the scene
Where you let go, and turn your back

As I’ve seen so many scenes before the story takes its last fall
One man’s lost is another man’s gain
Have NO regret that you would forget, Yes you forget!
Now I’ll just hold you here inside my heart
Where no one could see

And as the curtain starts to fall,
the dim starts to fade
I’m all alone,
Watching my own scene drifting away.