The 25 roses … Only white nor red… As fair art thou, my only love… The rose’s sprung in May… Glowing with a melodies… Sweetly play in harmony… Trough a thousand mile…
Love me… Just simple like make a word… On the white paper… No matter what the color of ink… Black, Red… Blue or anything… It just a bead and wire wrap… Love me… Like sing with your own voice… Bad or good… Receiving as U have…
I am very envious… To the night n day… That can always beside U… My heart is felt burning… When the sun being the first one… To see your smile… In the early morning… Even sometime… I hate the rain… That can touch U… And drenching your eyes….
I am all ears … Everything U want to share… Then you are leaning on my shoulder… I can’t say anything… Immersed in the warmth… Which maybe only for while… Or will become memories… Like a song and dance …