A soul that has nowhere to rest begins to bloom quietly after meeting you.
You lit a cigarette in a skillful manner and looked at the pouring rain outside the window, becoming more and more sad. There was sadness in your eyes that I could easily detect.
I want to hug you tightly and let you feel the true temperature of the world.
But I don't dare. The only thing I dare to do is to walk towards you gently, lie down in front of the window with you, gently touch your hair and the sadness between your eyebrows.
Then he gently says to you: "There will be sunshine tomorrow."
You laughed dumbly, and even your laughter looked so sad.
Then I heard you say, tears are not beautiful, they will only dull your youth.
When my lips touch yours, this moment is like stars falling.
I heard the nightingale singing gracefully in the treetops that summer, and the clear singing sounded throughout the summer.
This letter is short in paper but long in love, hiding the girl's half-life worries.
When I lift up the pen, I feel deeply and deeply, but after I put it down, I feel a sense of loss.
After reading this, you may frown, but I still ask you to read this book carefully before throwing it into the sea.
Because I really don't know how to tell her in the most normal tone,
I love her very much.
Intention: Youth