i can't read,
i can't learn,
i can't eat,
i can't even breathe well.

my thoughts are going to you
and i stand hopeless here like a foul,
knowing that you are far from my
but so close in my.

love is so cruel...
but what can i do?
i can only fill my love for you
burning like a fire,
singing like a bird,
writing these words,
with much passion...

death and my love for you
are the only perfect things
on this unperfect world
full of lies and deceiveds,

where only my love for you
keep my going with the hope
that i can be close to you,
with the hope that you and me
will be US...
living on in this perfect world of ours
just you and me or me and you
and our love so true.