most of the time,
We need a pair of warm hands.
More than sweet speech.
Just like a bowl of hot soup care,
Although you can't carry it with you,
It is the fairure in life.
I don't know why I just want to take your hand.
Maybe because I first born
I have known you.
I keep looking for, looking for
Perhaps occasionally hanging along the road
But as long as the temperature in your hand is still
I have always existed
I love you
Like love sunshine
Love air
Love water
Love sea
Love world
Love my own
Too many people here
They have their language
Their story
We have the beliefs of each other
The smile of each other and you have always warm palms in cold days.
I have been suspect
Can we go hand on it?
I remembered that winter you first took my hand.
I can't help but tighten you.
Inkyy
Still is your stupid smile
I am always thinking,
If there is not much hope,
Is it less disappointed?
So I let go,
So you tightened it,
So that time,
I decided to follow you ...
Go on.
Originate
To the end ...
in my heart
