The color of the whisper was red

Cracked like a watermelon in the midsummer

Your nail scratched the silk of hot midnight

Immersed in the juice and sweetness

Epiphany followed the soft body

like a shadow that never left

Love doesn’t need any reason

The shape of a sigh was round

Twisted like a full stop

Began with your passion

Winded up with my peace

Rolling toward the terminal of romance

Lovelorn doesn’t need any reason

The sound of memory was hoarse

It came into your ear with joy

Went out from my ear with sorrow

Fading away in the tunnel of despair

The broken heart failed to recapture the warmth

The growth of our emotion might need reason