There is a feeling that is the blooming flower of first love
Born in the affectionate eyes of models
Disappeared in the shyness of wanting to speak but holding back
Two people love each other
Two people miss each other
In the dark, where does love go?
Maybe, marriage is destined
I'm just a passerby in your life
But when the tide of love comes
But I can't escape the whirlpool of emotions
Maybe, when love sprouts
It's doomed to one person's hard work
Just for the one who touches my heart
Physically and mentally haggard, with no regrets...