Hang Over
The rejection grows in day as the hangover is still there...
I like this girl by the name of seaflower and I try to paint her world with my colour. I know Courting takes time and patience. But my courtship seems to have this pattern - emotion swings from high to low. And sometimes from low to cold. Fate comes and goes. Without any trace, I hope i can walk off from the goal. It is Just my lonely heart, that refuses to let her go. But it is only when life unfolds, then you get to know where fate brings you.
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