I'm not sure about this feeling that keeps my heart beating and my mind keeps thinking of the future me, dancing It's pleasant to know that I see myself grow though it is kind of slow but surely, I will glow Yet... there was also a time I ask about life And tears in my eyes Flow like rain from the sky The question is... How good would it be, If you and me Built our home in sanity? Can it be my final— destiny? There I thought, there's a need to know the efficient way to succeed In order for us to grow a seed With each other— freed. So I wanna ask right now... Is that what you call "love"?