My heart is full of many things to say to you
But I feel speech is nothing to you at all …
I believe
We shall surely see each other someday
Though I’m afraid I wouldn’t deliver the observations
So far I’ve made ….
The emotions that’s touching me these days,
In moments so weird ….
I believe
Love is an act of forgiveness
A tender look that may become
So sad
But what do I do out of it?
My tender look is my
Strange habit ….
I believe
My undefined patience
And the passion of my angels
Give me much relief
Cause I know you …
Although you show your indifference
But I bet it’s only out of love,
Not hate …
Then suddenly
I get this bittersweet feeling of onsra, that whatever little we have is coming to a close
My heart is full of many things to say to you
But I feel speech is nothing to you at all
Tell me if I’m wrong ….
Onsra/ boro
(n.) the bittersweet feeling of loving for the last time, or realizing your love won’t last
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