The Infatuation Is Caused The Entire Life With Regrets Poem by Kazeronnie Mak

Love is like a string of dreams.
It is all empty when awaken.
Perhaps I was born to be that much sentimental.
Thus, I am teased by love.
The dream we are chasing after, is vanished as time pass by.
We comprehend that love is out of our control completely,
only when we awaken.
I longed for flying high up to the sky,
and I was so much impulsive at the beginning.
If I still think of you someday,
you should believe that I was deeply in love with you once.
Love is like a string of dreams.
It is growing in the fantasy.
If we are not see eye to eye,
our love will be all in vain in our entire life, then! ! !



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It takes hundred of years sitting together in the same boat.
It takes thousand of years sharing the same bed with.
It calls: The predestined affinity.