A view from Mt. Batulao
So they asked me why I did fall in love with you. I told them about my wonderland, and that moment when I first tried to fly and realized that I don’t have wings. You were there to catch me. You were there to tell me that I don’t need those wings. And I believed you.
But why does it feel like flying whenever I’m with you? Or why do I know that it’s flying?