Gathering at Vivocity's Marche.

Camp smoking kakis.

Ex-mirror x2.

POP!

A city with streets lit by two. Smiles overpouring with sentiments immeasurable by materialistic words. Didn't you listen, I told you that I loved you. Silhouettes of future plans prance in the work of these lurks. You steal all woes and happiness, to recreate remembrance of newer ones. A love poem, a love song, a lovely thought of you as we dance. Time and its twine should it matter not, for you are here and for this it ends a sought. A sought for passion, a discovery of sacrifice, I love you, and may this be enough to suffice.