I was very skeptical about love. Don't ask me, blame the experience.
It was tough, it was hard, it was unbearable to carry on my own shoulder.
Life was like the space, everywhere I went, I only saw black and blank.
Blacker than my hair, and blanker than my stare.
I'm not someone from aero area, but I know you would argue about the star
The star, the moon, the other planets kilometer far away,
and of course, earth.
But what that supposed to mean without love.
Love is blind, but without love is also blind
Then when should I see?
It was just a glimpse of fact,
when I visited a place called Paris.
Real glimpse, even the speed of light can't exceed.
I fell in love.
It's weird, but it broke all of my faith, or history to be precise.
And it's...
First love.
It's not human
But ever since, Paris threw away some special things in my heart, and it's there.
Two memorable days of nothing, just love, and an oath that I would go back one day.
The day happened,
right a year and a half after.
Seeking every part of the area,
breathing every wind passing by,
and the love was even stronger.
I saw a grand couple with a huge teddy bear sitting in the cafe
Le cafe, the way they said.
Looking from far beyond, the feeling reached me, attacked me without mercy.
It never ends there,
the stronger feeling right before I had to say goodbye.
An old man came by saying Hi, while I stared the beauty of the Tower.
No, bonjour and some other french words I can't remember - or understand.
And thanks to him, je finalement apprendre un peu de francais, I learn a little bit of French
How could you love a city like that?
With pickpockets, so many tourists, no mountain, no view too beautiful to visit numerous times.
I tell you
It's just me, and God, and Paris who knows.
My very first abroad city that I love.
