The World Falls in Love

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The world is blessed in loved, the arrow of light shoot through my heart.
I want to know about you, Hey...
Tell me.

I regretted and cried a bit about my words...
When we crossed.
The feelings of being busy linked with my heartbeat.
I want to make sure if they were tuned well.

I'm trapped in the task of accomplishing my target.
The most important thing become faint and run away.
Today too, I have to restart.

The world is blessed in love, the arrow of light shoot through my heart.
I want to know everything.
Hey, let me listen.

We're now very distant for one mili. Within these days of youth I am going through.
I won't forget, I will remember for sure.
That shining one page.

When we matched things.
I somehow feel complicated.
The feelings of getting first time linked with my heartbeat.
Did I broke the body thermometer?
I am still yet about my self.
I eventually took an advice from that girl.
My heart hurts...

The world is blessed in love, the arrow of light shoot through my heart.
I finally realized what's in my thoughts.
"I am going to be late"

I already know how cute that girl is.

"Don't go well, just kidding" I said.
And I run away, as usual.

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Idiot

I think I want to understand everything about you.

I just realized that this is love.

I want you to turn around absolutely.

I was late but I do not want to give up.

Because...I like

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The flowers in spring falls in love.
Silently drying, the flower looks up and laugh.
The blue bud in summer too, falls in love.
It smells like the never-blooming flower and gunpowder.

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Making my true feelings become words.
Then talk the most important thing.
Today too, I have to restart.

Because you're too pure, I have to tell it with words.
And now, I'll go convey it. "Hey...

I love you."

The world is blessed in love, the arrow of light shoot through my heart.
I want to know everything.
"Hey, let me listen."

Our hands almost reach the zero centi.
Within these days of youth I am going through.

I won't forget, I will remember for sure, that shining one page.

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