Cold Love The sun goes down and moon sets a sail, Cold wind blows as if it is telling some tale. In each step there's something which calls, But as I turn back I see nothing just a shadow that falls. I curse those lips for weaving another theory, When my eyes telling all my story. Its just something one can't understand, Like fireballs coated with white sand. Deep inside there's a lava of secret stuffs, But anyway its covered with cold love... turmoil in my head #deep thought
