Chorong:
The warm breeze played with my hair
as I sat in my garden swing with my diary in one hand and a personalised pen with the initials of his name 'KJ' intertwined with the initials of mine. Tucking several strands of hair behind my ear, I looked at the poem I had written:
When butterflies are fluttering together in time.
When hummingbirds are humming a humming bird rhyme.
When roses are floating in the air.
When bluebells are dancing without a care.
A big smile enters my lips.
This must be love, a total eclipse.
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The Prince's Tale (Suho and chorong)
Storie d'amoreWhen butterflies are fluttering together in time. When hummingbirds are humming a humming bird rhyme. When roses are floating in the air. When bluebells are dancing without a care. A big smile enters my lips. It must be love a total eclipse. (pictur...
