There’s nothing in this world

That’s as deep, as exceptional as a person’s heart

So complex, so meandering

I’ve searched, but never found it

The things we look at and observe with our eyes

May appears to be beautiful

But in actuality, is it really that attractive?

The closer I get, the further I am

The more I am, the more I’m not

The more we love, the more we bruise our hearts…

I recognize who you are with my eyes

Good or bad, I still maynot know the extent

The more I observe, the more I don’t know…

I don’t understand…