I thought I was incompatible with the world, but it turns out that you are as fragile as me, but you are willing to tolerate everything I have with gentleness.
You are knocking on the door of my heart, and I hesitate inside the door. The compass points north, and the one in my hand always points to you.
You turned what I thought was an impossible utopia into a reality.
Can we make it to the end?
Intention: You are the north of my compass