will you think of me if everything just looks so nice?.....
i think about you as the day points to the night;
dust moves promptly when my eyes catch the left one
i touch your fingers in the air and put them back to the top of mine
then you look shy; don’t you?
why i see the sorrow but not smile
why my lips softly cry
because i find you,
but drag myself out of your side
you are the most beautiful legend among days with my mind
i’m not a good teller so I memorize all of your stories
i won’t try to find out the exit
maybe none of the results will look likes an end
perhaps i can not finish the story because I stand at the entrance for a long time
but there’s nothing to worry about;
things develop as it can
so that’s why
some people decide to stop on the most beautiful minute
even they think they have the duty to cherish
they’re not going to continue because they see the crime

when you think it pain,
and you lost its pure


do you dream?
do you really care about the truth when you get a dream?
do you really care about the directions, details, or you just want to search and reach?
would you try to recognize the right thing and throw out the other?
maybe we can somehow relax and pretend there’s nothing hided in our skin
i told you that maybe I want to be a director one day
that’s because i’ve addicted to your love story