Bianhuahua whispers love slowly and slowly.
It has been waiting for thousands of years, and the promise it once swore to keep is only left with an apology, empty and filled with sadness spreading in the chest...
I want to hug you and feel your gentle face.
The stars are pouring in, and the thoughts of memory are lingering.
Whether I say it or not, I have fallen to the bottom, but she is still deep in my heart...
She smiled from a distance, but I couldn't reach her.
The desolation of the moment drowned out the sound of heartbreak.
I have asked myself this countless times, but I can no longer breathe.
That is the breath of death, the heat in my heart has been ignited, let it extinguish itself...
Even the casual sigh seems to be announcing fate.
How amazing the encounter was and how sweet the memory was.
...
The stars fall and the migratory birds migrate. Summer vines, winter snow, warm wind passing by.
And I'm still waiting there, just for you, a gentle smile.
Is it worth it? Certainly! Because, missing you - is the best thing...
Intention: I just want to try to write about different identities and experiences.