I wish I had loved that returned. 
Feeling it requires a little bit of a soft heart. 
And someday, the time will come for me. 
I'll pray for death so willingly. 
I hope that I'll be safe alive in him.
The act of love is like a boomerang.
I love the blush on his cheeks when 
I whisper in his ears that I love him.

Gravity of the earth is just as same as
The looks in his eyes When he looks at me.
No hatred in his heart or love in his lungs. 
When he breathes so hard for me.
Care in his calls makes me mildly mad,
The moment he misses me intensely.

I pray that there comes no day.
For anyone, when their lover
Turns into a stranger
Like nothing happened between.