/sighs/

Annyeong people,i'm very tired now T.T

It's already 1:51 AM *yeah,AM. Not PM* at my country,but i can't sleep.

So,i decided to take my netbook and write this. Yeah,this blog post.

Now i'm listening to Teen Top's The Back Of My Hand Brushes Against,and i'll share a LITTLE BIT meaning of that song.

Do you know this?

When we walked together,the backs of our hands keeps brushing

They touch and then they part,

And in that short time of parting,

I miss you so much

I asked if you would be my girlfriend

Because i was afraid i would lose you,

I hesistated and confessed with fear

No one could love you as much as i do

Your hand that keeps going out of synch with mine,

I want to hold it and walk with you

Is it an accident? Or do you want to our hands to touch too?

They touch and then they part

My trembling hand is going near yours again

So,i'm out! Bye~