There's No Cure To Love-Sickness
The running man keep running and running like there is no tomorrow.
What is it that he chases after?
People said time, money, fame. They quibble of whose answer is correct.
He said, maybe it is love?
And they all bursts out with laughter.
What is so funny? Is my answer so strange? He worriedly asks.
Everyone screams he is a naïve fool. For who would chase something so worthless such as love?
Love is momentary, love is fleeting. It is fickle and temperamental. Is it worth more than money or fame? Is it worth it to spend your time on such unstable emotion? They all jeered at him.
He looked on sadly at them and then closed his eyes and cupped his ears. So that is why they cannot smile from the bottom of their hearts, he thought.
So he closed his heart to protect his love.
He closed the storybook with a thud and threw it across the table, making his way to the fridge for strawberry milk, making a mental note to complain that JUMP would have been a better payment.