Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Max in Taipei

Stepping down from the train
Wondering would thing be the same
Little did I know, it's a fact of life
You can play the game again
Funny how the streets have changed
So familiar, yet so strange
The big old tree where we carved our names
Looks like more like a driving range
It's not the same anymore, where have you gone to
It's just not the same, without the love we shared
I look around the memories rushed in
I call your name, where are you now
It's just not the same

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