If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing
water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among
the silent trees.
——泰戈尔
B.A.P.
Best.Absolute.Perfect.
