This is the first time, i can forget My March Wind.
We never meet before..
It's like am a dreamer who daydream all day.
When i know him... i feel nothing..
Just a friend who want to come here to enjoy his holiday.
Until he said love me.. in his language... Je T'Aime..
I was think it's real..
But until we realize.. that... we are different..
Like the sky and the earth.
The North and The South.
The cold and The Warm..
We are very different, God..
Why you make me being like this, God?
You can make me forget My March Wind, but make me hurt by that new wind..
That September Wind...
Make me fall...
and down..
He is too high... too far... too impossible..
But God, please give me a moment to remember him all the time...
Because i know you have a plan..
and you always have the story end when the story began..
I know it's not the end..
Make it true, God..
Make it true..
I just need one moment,
No more...
