Why keep running when the end never come.
Why dream when it always end upp with a nightmare.
Why try to catch the butterfly that you never going to catch.
Why live when the life only offer pain, hate and death.

Love, something beautiful... what it says...
Love, something that you hate most of all... what it says...
Love, something that make deep pain in the hearth... what it says...
Love, something you deep inside yourself is searching for, searching for the right one, yes, that what it says.

What is the word of Love?
What is the feeling of Love?
What is the searching of Love?

A feeling that make you Happy, Sad, Angry, Depressed?

Angry because you have run to far and all the \"love\" was already empty.
Depressed because the \"love\" was still in the air, but sort off disappear.
Happy because you living the life with someone.

Love is something rare, but do love exist? Do ture love exist?
Or is it only something we have invent to make our live more...
Hateful, Beautiful, Painful...

It\'s just... something...