I want to use wild cursive writing to write my feelings about meeting you into the wind. The flying white leaves hide a hint of unwilling sweetness.
I want to use exquisite fine brushwork to describe the warmth of your back in the rain, but I dare not put my stamp on it.
I want to walk into you casually, but I can't escape the sunshine and rain of youth, so I have to pretend to be disdainful and look at the sky with a smile.
Conception: