i like you and i am not that naive
so i tell you frankly i like you but i am honest enough
not to use the word
love
it is too early to use that in this brief meeting
and there will be no meaning
at all
time
let time walk with us
for long
you may hold my hand and then tell what do you feel
when we see leaves falling
let us wait what goodbye
tells us
if it says it hurts if time mentions the word
longing
then sooner i may tell you the word
love
and then i will tell the right way to say this word
us, or
we
perhaps it will be very lovely
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