Broken...

We're trying to build a puzzle together
it's easy at the first, but getting harder and harder..
then someday we realize if there's some puzzle missing
so we must give up to finished it..

Our love is like that puzzle,
at the former, we're enjoy it, but when in the middle we get stressed and frustated..
We fight and argue about anything,
And in my heart there is something missing..

Love live is like a plane,
we often waiting in the terminal alone,
or our flight being cancelled or we must transit in foreign country,
and we found if we haven't reach the last terminal,
where I can go home and rest

This is what I feel today,
my journey must go on,
I still have another flight to go, wish me luck and hope I'll be safe till I'm coming home..