If I can still express all the feelings
I'm experiencing through words,
it's a sign that I'm still alive.

I am twenty three
She is twenty seven
I love her so much free
Our love is now flying in heaven

I am younger than her
She is older than me
Both of us are always together
Let sing a happy song for me

I am an ordinary boy
She is gorgeous one
We always enjoy
And make this life so much fun

I live in fantasy world
She tries to make me real
I want to grow old
and the love gives me all the feel

"What is your favorite song?", I asked you.

"What is your favorite love story?", I asked myself.

"What is yours?", the question asked herself.

"I am yours", the answers answered their will.

Give me a pen
and put it on my right hand,
I will write our story
with the right love,
so we have a new plan
to explore this journey.

You lock your heart tightly,
I'm the wrong key.

You are a butterfly
that flies and perches
on a corpse flower
throughout the rainy season
in December.