Be Good for Love

The freedom I once thought was to carry my luggage and wander around in despair, depicting a different kind of scenery in the square in the middle of the street. The freedom I once thought was an extremely luxurious run, silently counting the smell of sunshine at the moment when countless birds flew by. When I met you, I finally understood that the greatest freedom is that I saw you and you saw me. The moment our eyes met, I saw the full of love in your eyes.