No, it was not breath-taking in my early day. But yes, a-bit-blue-hurted feeling when I started my day.
Well, it might just like simple words, but affected me so much.
Thanks to you who did it.
I thought when you took a look into my imperfect-past, you could be kind of understand why.
Maybe you are afraid, because my head like a mess.
Afraid of feeling, afraid of hurting and afraid of enjoying love that may rise up.
-as clear as you call my name-