Google my heart
A whirlwind of hazard reminiscent
An open door with no entry
Trace of dazzling nights
With crowded failed lovers
Google my words
On the first day of the first line of the first tale
Prepared for the most dangerous game
Girls with warm eyes
Boys with great arms
Farewell to war
Hello to peace
With no idea
With no future
Just like an unfrozen hope
To hug the last remained love...