I’m indeed an open book with frail pages…
You read me through my years,
through every happy and tears…
But writing here doesn’t really give me any relief,
but maybe that’s wrong…
Since I am writing to you at this hour, somehow your damn curiosity in this past week thrills me…
I don’t have any particular message to be passed on, I just want to say that, you know where to go to have a direct and real conversation…
3 am~