My little love, since I found you you wiped out and you treat the pain of the past.

bring the lights blue…
My little love, I called you so not mean just a drop of love that I gave but I’m tired of promises, for something that might not be sure…

My little love, our love is like Rafflesia, an interest that often I call in every sense though his fate was never promised fragrance but this Rafflesia never wither.

My little love, tonight I miss you..