He's a Korean, I am a Filipina.
He's my man, I am just a fan.
He's my lover, I am just a dreamer.
He's my everything, but in him, I am just nothing.
He's 25, I am just 20.
He's an artist, and even a protagonist in my story but in him, I am just his antagonist.
He's like a sun and I am just a moon,
we can't be together but I still love him... forever.
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