When 。。。

Speaking of what do I like,


  I like it when I look into your eyes, I see thoughts as pure as water; when I sniff onto your hair, on my eye lids I see peace.

  I like it when I rest my head on your shoulder, I can close my eyes; when I finally open, you're always right beside.

  I like it when missing someone is just for the sake of missing, I can put away obligations, titles and wards; when I say the words, comes together no manacles and chains.

  I like it when I play that little song from Mayday, I see your reflection on the piano,smiling, as if nothing have changed.

  I like it when when the house is empty, I can mourn for those who existed only in the past; when I cry, silent is there to comfort.

  I like it when the night is high and the moon hides, I shower from no light but dark tides; when I let the screen's piercing light through my eyes, I know what to type.


  You like ... We will never know.


All in all, I seek a heart I will never again have, which is pure, a place I will never again be, where I can stand and say " Hey, is that the manager? LOL."