I was about to touch the pen on the clean white sheet, but I did not write when I recall the cruel truth that actually happened-again, again and again
I will introduce about the beauty of the natural landscape that I visit today and will continue to post the beauty wherever I go because I like to capture wherever I go and this is the photo
In fact,
tonight I want to write about you-again, again and again.
a series of words that have a simple allusion have fantasized wildly in my consciousness.
they ask to be issued-again, again and again.
I was about to touch the pen on the clean white sheet,
but I did not write when I recall the cruel truth that actually happened-again, again and again.
I put your name like you're the star, the sun, and the moon in my life.
when in fact, you're nothing more than a friend who does not give me a chance to hope.
I paint your face like you are a universe to me.
when in fact, your body alone can not kudekap as a lover.
I put a pen next to an empty white paper that I have not yet complied with.
I do not think I should write about you anymore
