Your Eyes

Liking to talk with your photo

Liking to dream of your smile

Passing traveler as I am

Still would rather stop over


It\'s like a heavy rain

It\'s like a tornado

Lose consciousness

Finally lose heart


I begin to try

I begin to love

As pure as the angel

I\'m addicted to your eyes


You will never be in my world

I will never cry

Something happened to us

But only remember your eyes
Kin