I woke up this morning, felt sad and my head was sick.
I've been dreaming of him. Someone who filled my past.
I sad because It was only dream.
It was more sick than drown your head to the water.
It more bitter than put sands into your mouth.
O curly boy, please turn your back and walk away when you come to my dream.
I don't want to see your face again.
it makes me pretty crazy.
I remember then. Love is just a game.