A story about waiting and being waited for.
Not all love has to be vigorous,
Some love is when you dance in a nightclub and he waits for you in the booth;
He took you home when you were drunk,
It's when you look back that he's still there.
Some people come too early, some people come too late,
But there is always one that will make you feel,
It's a little bit close in this life, but it's not going to be eighteen years in the next life.
Intention: Some people spend their lives healing their childhood, and some people spend their lives teaching another person what love is.