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