when the navy start fading,
the kindy red start to follow my dreaming.
I don’t know which one I should to tangling.
one thing I could think,
I’m happy now.
don’t know how,
totally wonder why.
but I know their exist.
I’m sad the red is running to chaos.
but what can I do if he not ask me I suppose to?
I’m done with caring.
I’m aware with bearing.
in the middle of rush,
I desire to swim in his brush.
wishing,
that we both could fly into the ocean,
that one day we happily drown into the sky.
together.
holding hand.
until forever,
living in the heaven.
