I'd send you a dream in another e-mail And open my heart to attach, But it would be hard to explore and unveil, Since digits and feelings don't match. The digits of love are a changeable thing Without a permanent code, However, the vivid emotions they bring Still fill the handwritten plain note. My messages turned to a terrible mess, Unfiltered, they bury the truth, It's hard to conceal, and it's hard to confess They all are mistakes of my youth. A look through the glass back to winter of fate Reminds me of beautiful times When magical digits from zero to eight Appeared as love fixed in rhymes.
