It’s the heart
IT KNOWS what I’m searching for
It knows who I love to
It never breaks the secrets
Until the day comes
It is pure and virtue
There is no black spot
There is no anger, no regret
It is eccentric, has no sorrows
Its lonesome will never be taken away
No one can stop its lust
It can do what it wanted
Because it is the heart
Heart
Go and search what you’re searching for
Go and love who you want to love
Go, be secrecy, full of lonesome.
~Gentle Soul~
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