When's the next photo gonna come?
That I don't know.
I know, though, that there's a lot on my mind,
And, so inevitably as fate, it's again about a girl.
Looking back at "Passion," "Bittersweet," and "So Stirred," it's plain and simple to see the number of girls I have written about in the past two years. It makes me wonder: do I really have a split personality, one being a rich dreamer, the other a poor executor.
How many times in a lifetime can one be so crazy about another?
How many times must one sigh of falling for another?
How many times can one write words beautiful and dearest to his heart?
How many another can one be so crazy about in a lifetime?
I pray for the next one.