Just

She came to my inner world concerning love silently

And she has brought non-conscious out slowly

Just leaving the last words which was swore

Nevertheless she still let me alone

We didn't be wrong of the love

Just the pretty personal show was more than bitter

Maybe that's nothing

What is vital is lying in the bed toss and turn could possess the mood which depended on the other

If l can't await the sky becomes faded

Then it's a pity that the firework must not to be too perfect