When i thought of you.

Sometime i felt i live in my imagination.
You are an illusion.
The prettiest image i ever created.

Sometime we know nothing will last forever.
We could tell from past.
But,
i didn't learn from history.
Even it will be hurt in the end of all.

Well, why must i?

Love is the reason.
Love is the fact.

All what we ever gone through,
Was my imagination.

Even love.

But i have to admit,
it is a enjoyable thing.
To have you in my mind.
Although i keep struggling everyday.