I always talk about a pillow.
I know she doesn't like it, but no
She sits there, lets me talk about it.
As I happily talk about it.

How I always love to hug the pillow
How I always stick with the pillow until now.
How I keep talking about my pillow.
And how I always cry with it in my sorrow.

I keep talking about it, she forcedly smile.
We've been talking about it for awhile.
Little did she know,
She was that pillow.