Your portrait tells you are lone
Allows catching a new-love tone,
A melody of flute.
And feelings stretched throughout the world
Make me to feel I’m free and bold
To finish the Prelude.
I catch your eye, which crashed my peace,
I’m ruined. Please, be tender, please!
No efforts to defense!
My Hope, grow up, give me a chance
To feel your heartbeat in the dance,
To get through our very sense…
A Wish
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