If love is blind, then I disagree.
Because by the end of the day, love wouldn’t fight physical.
But I think I must be charmed, not blinded.
Because I couldnt’ help myself from letting my physical dies.

If there is a man, it must be him.
Because by the end of the day, he’s the only person I think about.
But he must be charming, not that I got blinded.
Because I couldn’t help myself from letting my mind off him.

I couldn’t see, I couldn’t see,
it’s like I’ve been folded by the eyes,
but the piece of silk was so soft,
until I couldn’t help myself from letting it go away.

Or it was too blinding by the light,
that I couldn’t see, I couldnt’ see,
I wish I was blind-folded,
no, I still prefered to be charmed,
the man was charming in a way I couldn’t see.
Clearly.

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