To S.Changbin,

Feeling so inlove,
it's as if I'm a free dove.
From white roses,
the bud of our friendship.
To red roses,
The end of our friendship,
but the start of our relationship.
The grass danced,
to the tune of the wind.
As we live,
to the tune of our heartbeat.
Same rhythm, same tempo,
same melody.
Our music.

Love, yours truly.