.

As much as I want to know the truth.
I'm afraid to know it. I'm not ready to face it.
Maybe it's better things left unsaid, uncleared, unexplained.
To settle down, being tied down, bearing the responsibility of having a love one.
Maybe, we have not even reach the point. The point whereby, it's love.
The feelings that I'm feeling... it maybe delusional, deprive, desperate.

Maybe, I just want your reassurance.
Your words, to prove and show, that you love me.
Like how I do...

不管我走到哪里。
点点滴滴, 时时刻刻, 都会想到你。

你的细心,
你的温柔,
你的拥抱,
你的吻候,
你给的幸福,
你给的温暖,
你给的安慰,
你给的安全感,
你给的甜蜜滋味,

你对我说的每一句话我都记得。
当你叫我宝贝,
当你希望我留下,
当你说想和我约会,
当你叫我乖乖在家等你回来,
当你想和我多花一点时间一起,
当你说寂寞的时候有人陪多好。。

当你说我应该清楚你能给我些什么, 不能给些什么。。。。。。我的心如刀割。

为你做的, 你有感动, 感激吗?
你, 有爱我吗?

因为, 我已经爱上你了。