She was born as a spoiled child,
That always flipped around her parents' mood,
Every time she tried to be sweet an good...
She forces her smiles, she did some fake laughs,
Friends she only had if money they desire
She used the red umbrella and passed me by,
Her eyes looking up to the sky,
It seemed that she hoped that rain would fall
What a pity, A girl of melancholic eyes,
What a pity, A girl with a broken heart,
What a pity, That girl of the faint smile
The girl of the red umbrella,
I used to call
Mellow Ruvisu
Wednesday, 23 April 2008
Red Umbrella Girl
Posted by Mawar Winona at 08:39
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