My sweet Valentine, I can still smell you between my fingertips.
The scent arouses me like the first candy I’d tried.


My sweet Valentine, I can still see you in my eyes.
The look on your face eases my uncertain soul and makes me want to cry.


My sweet Valentine, I can still hear your voice surrounding in my ears.
The sound is a musical that I play nonstop everyday as a drive.

My sweet Valentine, you’d be making a huge mistake if you still have doubts.
You are not the first, but shall be the last Valentine of mine.