Later he realized that the most dangerous sign in love is
Not quarrels, not tears,
But he starts to become a part of your life
The only old thing that is fading day by day.
He is used to your dark clothes and your morning jokes of "Hello Teacher",
Get used to the silent chewing silhouette across the breakfast table.
Until you start muttering "old fashioned" to the mirror,
I started looking at posters of strange bands late at night,
Started putting on a white tennis skirt that he had never seen before on time every weekend.
And that new bright color that breaks into your life,
It makes you suddenly see clearly the color of your old love - not black, not white,
It is a too appropriate gray.
Like those "teacher suits" that have been worn for many years in the closet,
Decent and safe,
But it will no longer reflect the heart-beating luster in the sun.
Intention: The sun shines on the earth