MELANKOLIA BISU - 46
In a chord progression, theres always that ugly note; me.

And that beautiful note, popular to musician; you.

Dance my Love, dance to your hearts content. Full of Allegro, a touch of Staccato here and there, Adagio to the last note. Dance my Love, dance, Though we cant have a duet, but when your feet wrinkles and worn out,

I am still standing, to catch you when you are about to fall.

Dance my Love, dance.

Like a chord progression, grace beautifully, and grace the ears of others, like what you did to me.

Dance, Love, dance.

Like a beautiful chord progression.

Dance.