牵挂着你是那颗我的心
飘呀飘的在你面前捉摸不定
牵挂着你是那份我的情
吹呀吹到你的眼前我的心

Once in a while I sit down in front of a blank page and I try to put my emotions into words that never come. Perhaps this is something only meant to be felt. But why do I feel as though I’ll implode if I don’t let it out?