I could say anything about you, but nothing can explain how much I feel, how much my heart keeps calling your beautiful name. My baby, my only reason, nothing can ever explain my love for you, how much it hurts to loving you like that, and I'm a fuckin pain addicted for you. Oh, baby, I could open my chest to give you my bloody-beating heart, so maybe you could see how damn fast it runs for you. I could break my scalp and put my thoughts out on your hands. But none of those things could never explain to you how I feel.

（𝖁𝕰𝕿𝕬𝕷𝕬）：原始懷疑嘅存在。 當𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐚行路嘅時候，呢種基本、原創同印度哲學嘅出現，傳遍全球。