If you peel my heart,
like peeling a mandaring
orange;
I wonder,
will you give me a chance.
If you read my heart,
like reading a romance novel;
I wonder,
would I stand a chance to be
with you.
Oh, baby,
do not give me an answer,
if you do not prepare yet.
Oh, baby,
do not reject me,
if you have your own reasons.
I will be here,
I will always be here,
just to wait for you;
just for you.
I love you,
my dear,
now,
and forever.
May everyday,
you’re happy as a happy child;
may everyday,
you’re blessed as a blessed
child.
p/s:
In
short, I love her.
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