"You made me a poet, and became my poetry, I seek for verses that could justify your beauty. Lost in the mid way, searching for your traces in the dark. Embraced by solitude, silently I await your comeback. And I know you would never, so I take care of our coupled memories deep inside my heart.." ¶ MEMORIES ¶ "You made me a poet, and became my poetry, I seek for verses that could justify your beauty. Lost in the mid way,
