If I were asked to write about a soul
who have never even appeared in
front of my eyes—it's gonna be you
this time. For I always wonder, what
is it like to gaze at your eyes and to
see how alive they are. And what is
it like to hear the excitement in every
tone of your voice. And what is it like
to know more about every dreams that
you dream of have gone. And what is
it like to just sit there, soundlessly, and
just to listen to the sound of your heart-
beating, every second and to just feel
the blessing, living in my veins.
