Why do I see the setting sun when I look in your eyes.
Why does your hair flow like the waves?
Why do your tears flow like a stream down your cheek?
Well why?
Love can't be measured by the looks you have,
but the way I look at you.
It is not about your eyes, or hair, or tears, but it's about your heart.
The true thing, a beating thing. Love is still why.
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