Portrait

In my silence
In my crowd
In my breath
They're all still about you

Guess
Trying to feel
Your beloved portrait
The owner of my destiny from the one

My heart is always
Can't speak
Still on you
The owner of the heart

Sun
The magnificent creation is even jealous,
See you and me
Clad in a holy love

In the night
I try to make memories
You also agree
I feel like love

Love hugged me
Whispering to me
Take care of him

I agreed
Now he is
In the folded arms by chest
A mortal being

I keep your portrait
Deep inside my heart
No one can read it
Except open with key of feels

In cooperation with his desolate night,
A portrait of the face recorded

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