Not a day I know you
Not a second I saw you
But the rest of my life I submit to you
True love is not love that comes in the usual way
True love comes an extraordinary way, through the words of the ordinary
A spark of hope dew from the heart
Soothing dry, almost uninhabited
The woman who is present in the dream
What woke me in the true self
Love is not just like froth amid the sea
Were only able to follow the will of the sea
Because I was like a rock standing firm
Who is always faithful to survive and look at you
Sad heart is not self-destructive wolf
But an angel woke from a dream pseudo
Give me a talisman from you something that someday I can take kekuburku
Although only thing cheap and worthless to you, but it will be something very precious to me
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