Rush Hour
birds fly freely in the open,
they can go with the wind,
lonely love can fly like them.
I here in my room counting the shadow of light,
when will this rush ends.
I think when i find u, then.
People want some love from others. But where will i find true love for me? I'm still looking for it. Looking for a dream .........
birds fly freely in the open,
Hope you get my letter.
Long time I wait for you,