Every time I cogitate about you,
I can feel some butterflies on my stomach.
They say that you are the one
And I feel like that’s always right

We are staring at the same blue,
The waves, the asteroid, and the same light
So we are stuck like glue,
That cannot discrete even after a fight.

You’re a far-flung away
But your soul is with me
Like my rumination,
your...