The old dull pain that unwavering.

A mundane time of season had just passed

Reminiscing her to the most ancient whirlwind

She knew that the idea of love won’t be that harsh, but the truth was really did

Half of her was aching..

Knocking the door to the same old dull pain..

So, was she gave it up everything towards love? Oh, she wished she had to..

After many shades of love that she learned how to handled it alone, she carried on to her back instead

She’s still loving it..

Believe that everything will stay captivates her in the same place like the first time she received her own first love..

Ah, they called it lovely beyond belief..

She had been torn apart, yet she pretend to unwavering

Perhaps, love will keeps fool her again and again

She becomes sort of poems who’ve been always carrying the griefs within her

Hence, love has been treated us everyday cruelly, happily, and beautifully..

Does it meant she’d stepping out away from that place? Who knows

Love would forever gradually stays in her particular place..

She believed that there’s a reflection behind every kinds of love that she poured..