her heart not.
when her heart curve a smile,
just by listening,
just by seeing from far,
just to be able to nod to him.
the lips hardly restrain itself from smiling,
from showing what truly kept in the chest of her heart,
for she believe that sometimes hope will be remained as hope.
and love will remain as a memory.
Poor her,poor her.
for what hidden is not only the truth but a twisting fate
as he look upon her,
trying to find a splash of hope in his surreptitious gaze,
a smile on her bowed head,
but he found nothing and he no longer gaze.
Bitterly he smiled.
and turned away.
poor him,poor him.
for what hidden is not only the truth but a twisting fate.
-NUFAN-
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