2017年3月26日 晴
When I miss you, your smell being so real
Handing you like I am living by the moon
Pure and shinning from inner
I don't want to hide till we say goodbye
When I miss you, my language is so broken
Beautiful words lost colors only grey
And secret is to dominate by saying
I love you and never intend
To withdraw nature and leave new pains
Someone is saying missing you, I envy
How come I came late always being fate
Create differently to arouse you again
Smell flowers in Spring and last this Spring
