Have you ever felt my air, in your ride?! Have you noticed how the trees tilt, reaching their lovers. They stretch their branches to each other. They look like an arch, on the road's both sides. The branches rustle and cuddle, when the wind kisses and snuggles, as it whirls in a green ocean of consistent mizzle, Yours! The verve sinks and swallows the Hyundai. My small and fast Korean car ... Where the hell my GPS takes me, the road writhes and wrinkles like a snake. In a narrow line of asphalt, gravel prevails. There is hardly room for a lonely vehicle. I hear your voice with my ear's ossicles, the music sings softly, it's nostalgic. It goes well with the rain's magic. Drops fall and fall in blurriness, the windscreen wipers came to madness, in some abnormal, tedious game. The GPS says something to me. I ignore it, I listen to your voice all the same. The view through the window changes, with viburnums, blackberries, perennial oaks bare fields pastures harvested lucerne, heavy stalks, wind playing in the corn, of still green sea of leaves and lawn… I wonder why all that craziness, when we need so little to maintain happiness, to love and to be loved… The feeling we are one with nature… It doesn't matter the dusk has fallen and we certainly reached the autumn ...❤
Love it sooòooo much and Gong yoo also 💖💖💖💖💖
Many many happy returns of the day Dear Gong yoo may Allah bless u stay safe 🎂🍰🍭🍢🍟🍗🍦💖💖💖
ハッピーバースデー🎉😉❤️
Have you ever felt my air, in your ride?!
Have you noticed how the trees tilt,
reaching their lovers.
They stretch their branches to each other.
They look like an arch,
on the road's both sides.
The branches rustle and cuddle,
when the wind kisses and snuggles,
as it whirls in a green ocean of consistent mizzle,
Yours!
The verve sinks and swallows the Hyundai.
My small and fast Korean car ...
Where the hell my GPS takes me,
the road writhes and wrinkles like a snake.
In a narrow line of asphalt, gravel prevails.
There is hardly room for a lonely vehicle.
I hear your voice with my ear's ossicles,
the music sings softly, it's nostalgic.
It goes well with the rain's magic.
Drops fall and fall in blurriness,
the windscreen wipers came to madness,
in some abnormal, tedious game.
The GPS says something to me.
I ignore it, I listen to your voice all the same.
The view through the window changes,
with viburnums, blackberries, perennial oaks
bare fields pastures harvested lucerne,
heavy stalks, wind playing in the corn,
of still green sea of leaves and lawn…
I wonder why all that craziness,
when we need so little to maintain happiness,
to love and to be loved…
The feeling we are one with nature…
It doesn't matter the dusk has fallen
and we certainly reached the autumn ...❤
一番好きな歌✨✨
Happy Birthday(*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡