Sometimes I wonder, what is the purpose of our meeting?
Love? Hatred? Pain? Hapiness?
Or... It's nothing...
God is always so unkind. When I got tired of playing in the sky, I just blinked my eyes and let me meet you.
Hope or despair? Pain or sadness?
By the end, I couldn't tell the difference anymore.
I just want to hold your handsome face quietly and say softly
i love you...