Is that what i think is that true?
 Reminisceing ... fidget comes without you .

 Till the end of the sky,
 i can't see nothing but blue,
 which float upon my head ,
 like the mist floating upon London,
 never dispel.

 
 Why there is a distance between us,
 a tremedous gap between us , 
 how to prevail over that?
 Who knows.

 
 contemplating ...


 true love will never appear to be temporal,
                 wll never be the fools of time,
                  will never grumble at the other while in a bad mood,
                   wll never think of ourself instead of the other,
                    will, never forsake the other at any spilt second,
                     will, always , come with a unreqiuted sacifice,

and , upon every couple,
there sholud be a blissful smile,
which can't find in anyone else.