To, Imut Rama

Want me. You will lose your mind.

Long for me. You will fall into blackholes.

Miss me. You will be haunted.

Dream of me. You will forget your tomorrow. 

See me. You will lose your sight.

Touch me. You will get burnt.

Caress me. You will be perished thru sweating.

Kiss me. You will taste death.

Love me. You will realize

That they were all worth it.

                                                                  Ó RinRin