light strokes on my scarred heart
the wound kept bleeding
and even the lightest stroke of light pink
colour pains me to red blood.

my tears that weights a lot
it pains as it runs through my heart
i feel melancholic for having you
in my life
not that you're hard, but you're my
softest love.

i have love you in all my possible way
and luckily by the fate
we love together
we love and we know
our eyes have said a lot of thing

when we share a piece of tiramisu
or when i peel you every slice of orange
you know i really love you.

but now i'm in the stage of not saying
what happened to my heart...