On a beautiful morning,
My heart is blooming
Somehow ?
And how ?
I'm confused, after yesterday's incident
As he holds my hand
This heart is not working
Drinking water bottles that have run out of water
I do not know what I'm feeling
What is clear, I always remember the incident
But every time I remember the incident,
My body seemed to float in the air
Oh, my God....
Is this the so called LOVE?