You are half a dream you are half a reality

Far from home, far from family, far from you

Looking for love suddenly I found you

I still has your perfume on my skin, I still has your memory on my pillow

Every corner of my home, every place I go, has a piece you

I remember you as the first time I saw you, and as much I see you as much I wish you

Every time the night comes I am a little sad because you should run away, but every time the day begins I am happy because there is an opportunity to see you again.

You are half a dream you are half a reality

I know you are there in the middle of this crowded Beijing having the same dream, having the same desire, having the same right to reach out the sky

In one hand I have a cup of wine, and in the other a piece of paper to write about you, my half dream, my half reality

Hope you miss me too, hope you find me soon

Passionmaker@outlook.com

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