Each day and every night
I always think if I'm even right,
That loving someone in reality is real,
Or maybe just in fairy tale.


Particle between of our love and care,
Had never given a thought if it is near,
But even though that it is distant,
I will still always think that it's never been an important.

If love is really an intimacy,
Can it still be called genuine or maybe just a fantasy?
But some people only do love to have an odyssey,
Or perhaps there is a reason which is you are guilty.


Moreover, if you only see me being friendly,
Then I'll accept it thoroughly,
Even though that there's no us,
But my love will still not turn into rust but remain just.


Perhaps you don't love me,
Still I will love you deeply,
Subsequently, I had never knew,
That I was only dreaming about you.