I sometimes think of talking to you, but for some reason, that wanted action only remains as a pure thought.
I don’t know if the sound of my voice would sound like music to your ears.
And the same thought would sometimes circulate inside my mind to talk to you, to talk to you, to talk to you. And the same feeling would always beat inside my heart not to, not to, not to.
So I decided to listen to the beat of my heart. And now that wanted action is now a pure feeling. And I feel like I’ve fallen in love with you all over again even though my heart beats not to, not to, not to.