I don't know. Sometimes, a day is too long but a year is too short. What is love? Love is that when two halves find each other I try to forget you but i can't. I try more i miss you more. And you too, i'm sure. Because i love you and understand you. Very much. Time burns the fake love and blows up the real love . Sometimes, i think we look like two children because we are afraid of everything but ghost. It's funny.
