when I fall, you've made me get up again,
when I started to feel love, you give me a million from one happy,
at the time I miss you, you disappear in an uncertain time.
love is not as white as snow dew,
full of tenderness each subtle side,
love is not as bright as the morning sun,
is always warm while I could feel the cold heart that one can answer about true love?.
love is still just a guess,
simple but feels inside,
love is still love,
which has always been a question.
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