The hearts that were connected were not signed by a contract,
But rather ******* by an imagined red string. //
Promises that came out from our mouths were definitely uncertain,
But to swear to god I will sacrifice every cells in me to make you happy.//
We definitely will have our rough times where you have no choice to let tears run down to your cheeks,
But I’ll make sure to keep the room warm and I’ll run to the next town to brew the tea that you like.//

You probably will doubt my choice of staying with you despite how our bridge seemed unstable at times over and over,
But this time I guarantee, I will kneel down the floor and ask you to marry me again, because I can’t ever have enough of having the happiest day with you.

Like water, humans are
Or like white sheets
Waiting to be painted.
Between the endless 'individuals',
They're waiting to be labelled.

So asked,
Where are you from or
Who taught you?
Before they registered
An official name.
But not how they act
Nor what they like.

So will you
Lead the group
Because you are commited
Or for free tickets?
Liars will answer.
If you don't?
You're selfish?
Or are you one with disability?

Like echoes,
But not music they bought.
Humans will listen to echoes,
And start to copy each other.
Label, re-writing.
Laughing. Worshipping. Ignoring.
That's how,
An individual was created.