Love, the most wonderful feeling. It is rich, like a pot of mellow old wine, always intoxicated.
is unwilling to lose it, your message is the best news. When I am forgotten by the world, and you are clinging to others and chattering, your heart will be sweet, and your ears are surrounded by moving music, dancing lightly in the pool of joy.
Love, the call that cannot be stopped, you are on the edge of my world, the dancing of the angel makes me no longer calm, and I am moved to continue to be moved.
Endless longing, endlessly every second, tirelessly running around.
There are moments where you can feel a waiting, how can the deep affection covered by stubbornness and persistence disappear? To accompany time and to remember time, I cannot let go and leave. Later, I was always by your side, and because you turned a blind eye because you were too used to it. Isn’t it a loss to turn a blind eye? I will always be there, whether you stay or leave. I advise myself not to be too obsessed with my heart and not to hear anything. A heart grows on me, but it listens to you even more. Falling, feeling of uneasy fascination.
