I'm always looking for the fragrant fragments of point of you.
Because sometimes I lose even a point of me.
But then I find out your points,
and that gives me a radiant salvation.
So I can stand on my point of view.
It's so hard to switch the rusted point,
and yet you turn my heavy feet to a new righteous world for me.
Thanks to you my point can get patina.
Even if lights vanished out of this world,
I don't care.
I'd see a ray of sunshine from constant point of you.
I think about you...point at you...and always beside you...
I can't get separate from you,
even though there're many miles between us.
Because our points're getting stuck on each points.
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