Morning Dew

My love for her is like a rose blooming on my chest. Under the beautiful petals are thorns piercing into my flesh and blood. This is a hopeless love. Once it is expressed, it will end. A woman who was about to end her life went to a nightclub to drink with her colleagues when she met a young man who dressed up as a bartender to make a living. Life changes because of each other. Although the process is tortuous, this is HE, HE in the orthodox sense. Not a sweet article, not a sweet article, not a sweet article (say important things three times) Intention: