The
first kiss in the park
The
year of the teenaged life
On
a bicycle to meet the girl
On
the park she waited...
Days
were running
Stopping
by at her shop
Along
the way cycling home
The
girl who stood there
There
was no spark
There
was nothing in romance
It
was just a kiss in the park
A
cold lips the teenaged life
The
whirring breezes
The
quiet park the easy flow
The
letter of pages
In
the end it was just gone
The
strangers became
Even
sitting in the bus
There
was no smile
It
was over just like that
Eyes
of richness
It
became the trade mark
It
was better this way
The
story never began
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