Saturday, November 1
I'll part.1
I'll want to be a flower.
Let you be the butterfly to land on.
Oh girl, I'm sorry.
Very sorry about letting my feeling stuck between us again.
Ending that I can see may be bad, but don't worry cause I'll always be on my positive side.
You promise me to be happy, and don't let this trouble you.
Only you, I am thinking of all the time and you have made me wanting simple hours.
Unable to be the perfect one, I'll want you to forget me when you find one.

