Is this world like a cup?
When half empty, it's pessimistic;
when half full is it optimistic?
is the world never-ending like the horizon I seek?
will I die when I reach this horizon?
are these questions enough to justify what I feel?
discontent sears my eyes..
It burns my lips like the tears that flowed through my eyes..
am I still alive or am I just dreaming?
such questions and paradoxes haunt me..
In my dreams and in reality..
will I be happy if I float like the dandelions in the field?
will I be contented when I reach heaven?
It seems that comfort only meets my heart every time I'm with you..
my questions are answered slowly..
pretending that reality are only bad dreams flinches..
i love you and i don't know what to do without you.,
you solved my questions and I am ready to give up everything..
I just have to be with you.. I love you..