Do you like music?
Because you’re the type of music that everybody cherishes and wants to make memories with.
You know the lyrics to my heart.
And when you sing it’s like a voice calling my name.
Your heart is like a drum.
Your voice like an instrument of music.
When I think of you I think of flowers and although flowers may not last forever, my love for you will always remain.
You’re like a late flower that blooms in June.
Much like Sakura blossoms although it snows yet still they manage to bloom in the night for people to enjoy during the day as much as I enjoy you.
It’s best to say things while I still can because these are things I may never get to say to you again.
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