In my mind, love is like something behind a stained glass window. It can be seen like a phantom on one side or an illusion on the other, but is absolutely beyond my reach. Whenever I see those happy lovers with smiling faces, I would wonder where they have found the love. I am even axious to follow them home to find out the answer.
In my mind, love is something behind the colored glass Windows, half are quietLing, half is something elusive and absolutely. Whenever I see was all happy couples, I wondered, where they had found the love and wanted to go home with them, asking what was going on.
In my mind, love just like something behind the colour glass. Some are the spirits, and some are the shadows. I'm sure that they are fay away from me. Whenever I see the couples, I get lost. I want to know how do they find love. I Even want to go with them, and ask them for how.
In my mind, love is like there is something behind a piece of stained glass window, appears half phantom and half mirage. It is being longed for but not reachable. Every time when I see the faces of a happy couple, I wonder, where did they find love? I even want to follow them home to look for answers.
In my mind, love is like colored glass windows behind something, half quiet
Ling, half phantom, absolutely beyond the reach Whenever that sounded happy couple, I am wondering, is where to find what they love, they also want a home, ask questions.