Take my breathe away,
You were the King of the world, and I was just a novice.
Only from few flirts with your fingertips,
I fall and die within your delusion, lovely though poisonous.

Experiencing both happiness and sadness at the same time,
probably, it signals the end of something lasting.

The smell of yours lingers,
The face of youth reappears.

I do love you a lots.





But it’s too bad that,
You haven’t really appreciated it,
thought I’m understandable.

We both got wings to fly.





May you be free, and so do I.