is he bringing me in?
then where am i now?
i don't think i'm in his world
he still doing what he has to do like he ever did.
and i still didn't know what is he doing but only his endless unidentifiable codes.

am i bringing him in?
i know where he is living in my heart
bcz i can feel it daily in my life
but he may know nothing about it
he may feel uninterested about my world
i wonder which part of him i had brought in
his face? his body? or his soul?
his gentilesse? his kindness? or his intelligence?
oh, it may be nothing
and it may also be everthing...

is he bringing me in or am i bringing him in?
" is he bringing me in or am i bringing him in?"
you know where this sentence comes from?
i give my greatest regard to you, my dear Ernest Hemmingway.