itjanaoneulbuteo
in the midst of the crowds, in the shapes in the clouds; in my rose-tinted memories wrinkled silk on my sheet; constellations of stars, murals on city wars; you're my vice, you're my muse, you're a nineteenth floor view, i don't see nobody but you.
giữa hàng vạn con người ngoài kia, mình chỉ nhìn thấy mỗi em, tình yêu của mình.