Could you tell me the way, how do we get back to our spring time? I still find the beauty of you, the sweetness of you.
*And you are in anguish. I know. We already conscious of our gentleness is dried up. It started to misty rain. Tonight, I will tell you the end of love.
Silence shows me the fact. Sin of pretending cozy love. I still find your smile is fragile. your laughter sounds your ache.