There's this boy,
So pure, so gentle,
A boy named London,
A happy boy, a lovely boy.
London is so beautiful.
I would hold him close for days.
We hold hands and cherish the moment.
We are forever.
Oh yes, we drink too much.
We smoke too much, stay up too late, laugh a lot.
We talk too much,
But we hate too often.
We drive too fast.
We look up to each other,
We spend more,
But enjoy less.
We've been all the way to the moon and back.
We have trouble crossing the good side of our minds.
We conquered outer space, not inner space,
And we've done larger things, but not better things.
There are so my things I want to say to you, my dear London.
But I can't.
I just can't.
You looked at me,
And wished that I could say anything about us.
But I refused.
A few days ago,
You gave me that look.
Still, I refused to say a word.
I'm really sorry.
I just want to spend some time with you.
You're not going to be around forever,
Now, start counting.
How many misunderstandings we have passed?
How many love we have shared?
How eager you are to kill me?
All I could say is,
There is nowhere else.
I'm there, in your veins, in your blood,
I become every part of you.
The most painful thing is,
He said he needs your blood,
Then you go for a blood transfusion procedure.
"What's mine is mine,"
I know your answer,
And I can't reply it.
I can't hold it any longer.
London, listen to me.
Thank you for being honest.
Stay true to your principles.
Live passionately, fully, and well.
It's time for you to experience new things.
I won't wait, but I'll be there.
I won't leave you.
Love and be loved, if have that chance.