Silence makes me undentified worry.
Nowhere to look for ture love, you know.

Windy but never hugging together now makes me either endure all cold winter, never yet endure all infection from anybody, because cold temparature stimulates that infection, you know, but our motion is hardly met so relaxed.

Then, at least now to me, please tell me your mind so honesly through smartphone call!

Vaccine pioneered and sold state would be unknown to us all as the date and schedule.
No novel so wonderfully touching to any reader could be written by me now, you see.

Vey shortened daytime brightness makes me spend the time alone waiting for your call, indeed.

Then, at least now to me, please tell me your mind so truly through smartphone call!

Very deliberative smart words could make you despise me, but at the same time, very broken words could rather be effective, but anytime that judging must be unidentified and unexpected to my intuition, hey you understand?

When could I hug you? Where could we get smooth conversation facing mutually?
No chance could be waiting for me so silently.

Then, at least now to me, please tell me your mind so frankly through smartphone call!

Spring is so what I now long for, because if your answer to me could be not good, that warm temparature might have made me so easy to recover my emotion to next phase of my life, you know.

Then, now I have another mind never wanting to listen to your answer, but synchronically I want it so immediately, you see. 

Just I wait for your call with your certain answer to me, anyway, you know!

(Nov. 24th. 2020)