Pure love is probably---
I love your soul and I love your naked body
I love your splendor, but also your corruption
we are born for love
in this world
Beyond the white clouds, green mountains come and go
The unmoving mountains were also in an uproar
Since when did I care about you so much---
The emptiness of every weekend, looking forward to your call
Or is it not your fault every time I look around?
I started to take stock of the traces that you care about me
and unintentionally teasing you
Maybe my heart is sinking
Intention: The most perfect regret