Love is here, dying;

Cutting by the knife-edged silently action.

Without a word or an answer;

But the proof of honesty uncovered on timing.

Nothing’s trustworthy the words particularly;

Anxiety was the clue doubt can only bring.

I can’t even tell from the tone of breathing;

Then why should I?

Why should I let the teardrops going?

For the persistence of sentimental love;

By the strong-minded heart with the sorrow fadding;

Why should I? Why should I? Why should I?

Spirit Code: 201011060209