This riverlike feeling never gets old.

Sometimes it feels like you're drowning in a middle of the road,
Sometimes it feels like it washes your dirt away,
Sometimes, swimming against the current is the only way.

It is that wind on your cheeks,
that bird chirping in your ears,
that small wave on your feet.

It was never those gentle lies.

Let alone love be the core of it.
Even it is mean breaking and aching.
Let alone love be the core of this.