Your Reality

Every day，I image the future where I can be with you.In my hand is a pen that will write a poern of me and you.The ink flows down into the dark puddle.Just move your hand-write the way into his heart!But in this world of infinite choices.What will it take just to find that special day?Have I found everybody fun assignment to do todoy?When you're here,everything that we do is fun for them anyway.When I can't even read my own feelings.What good are words when a smile say it all?And if this world won't write me a ending.What will it take just for me to have it all?Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me.Is it love if I take you,or is it love if I set you free?The ink flows down into a puddle.How can I write love into raelity?If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat.What do you call love in your reality?And in your raelity,if I don't know how to love you.I'll leave you be.