Jiwang Btul~

Would you be regret if you never confess? The feeling people called love, you just hide it inside. You feel it's not important, love will come by itself. You feel the instant confession is too complicated, you should wait for another fairy tale. You felt the love is too simple, without romance like in the Korean drama, so you rather give up.

You just want to wait, for another one, the one you feel it's right and the one you will never let go. As for now you feel as if it's a hallucination, a love that is disagreeable or offensive, you should never put it into option. It will fade away, you assure yourself. It will. Like walking between trees, the sunlight always slips once in while through the leaves, warm up your face. Love feels the same.

It creeps into your heart and root itself up. But when you forget to water it, it dies. Sometimes, you let it to blossom, sometimes you choose to poison it. Like the juries in the court, you are firm for the final result, is it better for it to be prosecuted?

Petulance within, insipid fills in.