Love and distance They usually increase Such paradox nonetheless.
He touches my heart So close, so familiar, so warm So familiar The bloom is always the best The days that follow Increased by distance His grip loosens The cold takes over Even the warmest breeze freezes Then next comes pretence A way to not hurt and be hurt All that is already played out […]
I don’t want be so close to you as I will show you so many faces of mine. I only want to keep smiling to you and you will keep smiling to me in return.
Too far, we are.