If Cacti Couldn't Cry

A girl named Su Mo Mo.

A boy named Park Ning.

A quiet milkshake shop.

The long summer years...

I didn't turn into a cactus,

but

what am I supposed to do?

My heart is so soft. I can't grow the incredibly hard thorns you have.

So I can't let it go. Don't you think that's ridiculous?

If cacti didn't have tears,

if you weren't you, and I weren't me,

would things between us be different?

But cacti feel pain too, don't they?