you say there will come time when
i won't love you anymore.
And i wonder if the flowers can ever
stop loving sun.
if the trees can ever stop loving spring.
if the rain can ever stop loving
the earth.
but i don't tell you that.
i don't tell you that i will hold onto
your memories if you
don't hold my hand.
that even if someday,i am left with no
choice but to walk away,
i will leave my heart behind....