We look at each other under the neon light
The flow of motor vehicles is incessant,
Recalling the moment of the shutter,
The crowd was dense and proceeding slowly;
The soft breeze is flicking your ears;
Like a sponge turned into a fluttering asterism,
The matched body curves are close to each other and blends desperately;
Every bump the burning stars fall into the sea,
The temperature could not burn out the dry body,
The torrent erupted ardently, spewing in a hurry;
Sweat from the chest soaks the withered hair,
The beating of the atrium makes a contract of staying together,
Love is like a balloon.
To Bal & Dalin