Staring over something in the nothingness.
You somehow felt the loneliness that lingers.
He's waiting. Mending. Hoping.
You hear him, "Come here, I'm waiting."
Random poetic lines made by me.
I know it's a combo of English and Engrish.
It's not that bad though. XD Gah.
Park Yoochun makes my life colorful.
pic credits: herotic @ wordpress
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