Falling In Love the Chinese Way

dress-suit occasioned, to the eye perception toasts and canned laughter,in the name of making out can i buy you a drink, the prologue of octopused slumber seated on a cold stool, the troubles of joyful singles till a shadow pinched me to the site of, a spring lit cheongsam dress our eyes acquainted by virtue of fate, shaking our balls in a bouncy whirl drifting to a locality fit for two wishful inspired ross-colored magic, by dint of a love spell muffling tunes, a language treasured by hearts unified like poles oozing, drops of distinct formation falling in love the chines way