Does love loves us?
Why does it approaches us
And holds our hearts tight
And wave its hand and say its farewell?

Does love loves us?
If it does, then why are we here?
Holding on to nothing and can’t breathe
We hold tight to the rope but kept on sliding

I held my hand
I tried to think
But then I realized
How hard I pressed and I stop

I suddenly feel the love
The love I have for myself
It says, “Don’t give up,
God loves us.”