The feeling of every single word in a language is just the time you have lived with it, the culture.
that's why it's difficult to learn different languages.
for myself... now it's english.
not to speak of fucking difficult love in english.
sometimes, when it made me to be someone strange,
when i found growing cacti on the tongues,
the wind blowing sand in the eyes.
i wanted to show just inside of me, just who, how i was.
looking back...
it's because of love. or maybe i'm dull at love.
anyway, we might need to say 'say it again.', instead of 'i don't understand.' in love, more than in the strange language.
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