It is not so far that I cannot reach. But I've never tried to touch you.
Because if I touch you I think everything I've established gonna collapse.
That fear alienate you.
If I've got on you in my birthday suit,
on top of you like the hands on the clock telling midnight,
with holding by you until the moon sets over the sea, and share the panorama of the color of the sky,
I would've not feeling this gloom.
How many times will I have sleepless nights?
I cannot concentrate on anything but I'm just more in love with you.
dear my new bed.