The blowing breeze and the whispers of the dark night
The sound that encircle calm and mild
And the mates are over their seats
They were misunderstood by eachother
All they wanted is just an open talk
Then it will make them feel all good
Even they were loved at the past
They couldn't express their hearts
Their love is deep as much as the ocean
It is countless as the stars in the sky
If their love is described as a metaphor
Then we see it as rooted as a tree which
exist by the depth of its strong roots
But unfortunate to tell that the freequenze of...