They have everything, but I stand in the scorched earth, longing for winter for a plum blossom.
I don't hate that the begonias have no fragrance, I don't hate that there is no place to look for when spring returns, and I don't hate that there are no thousands of sails beside the sinking boat. I just hate this mortal world. Twenty years ago it forced one girl to go into endless loneliness, and twenty years later it will force another one.
I'm not afraid of waiting. I will definitely love you more then than now.
Vielen dank für sie kritik.
Intention: go with the wind