Even a falling star still shines.
The musician and the listener. If this is love between two strangers watching each other from afar, that rough, burning moment when you rush in and kiss is the show.
It didn’t rain for you, maybe, but it always rains for me. The sky shatters and rains shards of glass.
Robbing someone of their smile and putting it on your own face doesn't make you happy.
What do you live for? Would you die for it?
I disliked the unfamiliar happiness more than the familiar sadness