Thursday, January 11, 2035.
Devil's Planet, Devil Empire Capital, Heaven Company, 14:00 p.m.
"Sunshine was like boy's love, gentle and mild,
and rose was like girl's love, opened up wild,
sunshine and rose encountered each other,
therefore, there's fragrant sea full of flower."
Morgana predicted a piece of Sawyer's future, knowing in fragrant sea rose grew and opened up, with fondness, care and love like girl's makeup. True love was like a bunch of scarlet rose, it grew and opened up with tenderness, care and affection. True love was like a strand of sunshine, it recognized no barriers, it jumped hurdles, leapt fences, and penetrated leaves to arrive at its destination full of romance.
Year 418, Snake People City, Rose Garden
"My love was like a bunch of scarlet rose,
it grew and opened up with scent lured nose,
it pervaded heart's lea full of fragrance,
therefore, heart's lea became full of romance."
Sawyer compared her love to a bunch of scarlet rose, and expressed her feelings to her dearest boyfriend. Her love was like a bunch of scarlet rose, it grew and opened up with tenderness, care and affection. How many flowers that blossomed and faded in rose garden, all were parts of her affection.
"My love was like sunshine from sun arose,
it shone and unveiled what veiled rose like gauze,
it penetrated leaves to rose with glance,
therefore, tree shade became platform for dance."
Saint compared his love a strand of sunshine, and expressed his feelings to his dearest girlfriend. His love was like a strand of sunshine, it recognized no barriers, it jumped hurdles, leapt fences, and penetrated leaves to arrive at its destination full of romance. How many times sunshine slipped through window toward her bed, and woke her up to see daylight with sufficient rosy clouds.
"My dearest friend! Love is like a bunch of scarlet rose, it grows and opens up with tenderness, care and affection. Love is like a bunch of scarlet rose, it pervades garden with fragrance, romance and elegance. Love is like a bunch of scarlet rose, it blossoms and furnishes garden with singing of birds and dancing of butterflies."
Sawyer whispered out her understanding about love, and leaned on her dearest Saint. Each time she thought of him, there would be one more rose that came from fondness, blossomed with elegance, and furnished garden with singing of birds and dancing of butterflies, therefore, there's a fragrant sea full of fragrance and full of romance.
"My dearest Sawyer! Love is like a strand of sunshine, it recognizes no barriers, it jumps hurdles, leaps fences, and penetrates leaves to arrive at its destination full of romance. Love is like a strand of sunshine, it cannot be seen, or even touched, it can only be felt with heart. Love is like a strand of sunshine, it pink-stains gray clouds, slips through window toward your bed, and wakes you up to see daylight with rosy clouds."
Saint whispered out his understanding about love, and leaned on his dearest Sawyer. Each time he thought of her, there would be one more gleam of ray that came from fondness, added a little bit of light to paint skyline, and added a little bit of warmth to warm chill dawn. Therefore, there's a splendid daylight with sufficient rosy clouds.
"My dearest friend! How many flowers that blossomed and faded in rose garden, all are parts of my affection. I love you, because love is not finding someone to live with, it's finding someone we can't live without, and I can't live without you. I love you, because love is not what we think, it's what we feel, and I feel I couldn't love you more than what I do today, and I shall feel the same tomorrow. I love you, because love is not what we say, it's what we act, and I would have really liked just doing anything with you. Everything would be lovely, when I did everything with you."
Sawyer expressed how much did she love him, and how could she tell she loves him. She loves him, because love is not finding someone to live with, it's finding someone we can't live without, and she can't live without him.
She loves him, because love is not what we think, it's what we feel, and she feels she couldn't love him more than what she does today, and she shall feel the same tomorrow. She loves him, because love is not what we say, it's what we act, and she would have really liked just doing anything thing with him.
"My dearest Sawyer! Whether it's rainy or it's sunny, beyond the clouds, there's always sunshine. Whether it's hard time or it's sweet time, deep down inside the soft animal of my body there's always affection. I love you, because I find everything I want in you, and you are beautiful, brilliant, intelligent, excellent and amazing. I love you, because sometimes I think you were created for me, and I was created for you. I love you, because the soft animal of my body wants what it wants, there's no logic to these things, I fall in love, I just fall in love, and there's nothing I can do about it."
Saint expressed how much did he love her, and how could he tell he loves her. He loves her, because he finds everything he wants in her, and she is beautiful, brilliant, intelligent, excellent and amazing.
He loves her, because sometimes he thinks she was created for him, and he was created for her. He loves her, because the soft animal of his body wants what it wants, there's no logic to these things, he falls in love, he just falls in love, and there's nothing he can do about it.
Sometimes she wished she could become a bunch of rose, that grew and opened up at the roadside, where he often traveled by. Sometimes he wished he could become a strand of sunshine, that penetrated leaves to arrive at its destination full of romance, where she often smiled upon daylight with sufficient rosy clouds.