There, the cheers of them echo through the long hallway. Guide us to where the stage is.
Our limb bodies and cracking voice have to work again, not to forget, with our blissful hearts.
From the corner of my eyes I can see you stare at me, as if asking “are you ready?”. Despite the dim lights that surrounds us, I see you shine, and I smile. No one would notice, right?
I’m tired, you’re tired and so are the 3.
We believe that fan’s love will make us survive, but this love of you and this love for you are what make me alive.
Until “you two, this is not right at all!”, we nod but we know we won’t stop.
Being with you every time is enough, feeling your hot breath every morning is more than satisfaction.
The busy footsteps make our naughty moves gone unnoticed, those blinding lights won’t let them know our secret glances, fan’s claps and manager’s shouts are louder than our whispers of love.
Some of them wonder, some of them believe and some of them are in denial.
But we don’t care enough, because we are the ones doing it, we like it and we promise not to stop.
Our silent love.

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