People always looked out to me as a rebel traveler, not just on any life, but yes, also in my love life. I seemly always fell for the same hole, being tight by the past, haunted by those late memories, but, it isn't wrong to be afraid. Am I right?
Also when I thought there is someone love that is worth enough to fight for, it's just another fairy-tale. Just a damn-damn tale baby. It doesn't exist :)
I never let anyone intercept cross my heart for a long long time, and yet you come to broke it even greater then before. So here I should know, this is just a useless game, I should know that it's forbidden to tell for you. Yet, I trip into the warmness of your care. It's my fault to be fool-in-love and it's the mean you who taught me to love, but not to stop.








