I think my heart moist at this time
My eyes are dim like a cloud that hangs
but without the rainbow after his
Occasional drizzle to heavy rain even
I cried so easy these days
even for small things though
Was my soul is so fragile?
Or is this grace that I should be thankful for,
because God has turned my heart with a proper sense of that much?
Although be destroyed at the same
A piece of love that has scattered pieces
into droplets of air that you breathe
May you also know where I
is a breath for you
Which accompany each of laughter and tears
I have to hurt regardless ...........
because I break down into a lot of love