It's really what you say
Lines of life have been designed
And you said to me
You will be with me until the end of the breath
Can I please return that word
After you succeed in making my dead my race
The wound you give like a dagger
Being deeply embraced trust
The most beautiful poem under the twilight past
I never heard from you again
It seems that the poem has now become drizzle
Late dusk in the corner of a small town full of romance
I wish I could turn back the clock
Maybe at that time I never got caught up
Will never trust as deep as a loose sea
Convince to strengthen and then slowly you drop it