For the first time, I met you at the most beautiful time in my life. Because of my cowardice, the flower season turned into the rainy season. I didn't have the courage to let you know that I love you. How humble. . .
It just passed by me, and there was no joy in my world since then. . .
The second time, when I meet you in the midst of entanglement and struggle, can I still be brave enough to love?
This time I want to say love