"Our end is fruitless"
When we meet twice, one is secret love and the other is bonding.
I took a chance to fall in love with him, and later I got another chance to meet him.
This time I held it, very tightly, maybe so tight that we are inseparable, so tight that we can walk hand in hand until we grow old, but fate says it is impossible.
My creek is beautiful, unique, and joyful. It is my lover, so my creek will be young and beautiful until the day it dies.
I had thought that we would slowly witness the traces of time on each other's bodies. These traces were witnesses of our many years of companionship.
I think too much, but I am the witness. I have seen the way he loves me, the stream yearning for freedom, and the calm look on his face for the last time...
It's not important. After this time, I can witness his undeveloped side again. It's great.
Intention: Break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, turning passive into active