He,
The one who sees scars out of any other things.
Thinks they are perfect,
To be care, to be sure that this scars won't let the girl torture herself again.

He,
The one who never forgets to go back to where we are,
Whenever thunder strikes, trees are falling, and ground is shaking,

This body isn't a doll to keep watching other people doing things to them,
but He,
Will let 'the doll' out of misery.

He.
The one who act as a sun when the cloud turns grey,
The one who feel joy to do anything as long as there is She.
Promise not to fade away,
But won't promise to stay.

He,
Living the life with many colors,
Stick with the colors,
A beautiful nature to see,
A grateful moment to begin.

This life isn't fairytale where prince charming would fell in love to a poor girl,
But let's make one for both of us.