Its Love

When u start to see closed door every day,
Its Love
You know the door will never open still u see,
Its Love
You know although it open you will not enter, but still you watch
Its love
desperately every day watching when u cross the gate,
even you know nothing will change,
neither door open nor you enter still glace toward there,
where ever go, or not but never forget see that side.

its true love.

really its love.

Love is not get
love is love,
either far or close.