He is my all love

I love his eyes which have the colour like spring

I love his lips which were moistend by the sweets

I love his smile which likes the rain scaked
stamen

I kept the devoted of an unrequited on

But until the end of this century

But until there was no return to comet Drake

But until I understand that time is never going to be back

I just know，he loves me, I love him

But the terrible thing is that everything is irreparable

I repent as a martyr

And here, give you a story that belongs to us