for when I wake up tomorrow I will face the day like anybody else
I could write about blue skies, getting palpitations when drinking coffee, or even gushing over Korean stars, but I couldn't.
just for once, for a stolen moment on a typical summertime
Let your doubts be drained and let your stars align
Pitter patter, pitter patter
I considered myself blessed, yes. But then, I feel alone.
It fluttered like its petals, But still, it is too early.