Late Spring

The first time I saw you I knew I couldn't escape Knowing that this is the desolation of late spring, we still have to step into the desolation< I will always chase you, but I can't get out of the deep spring and you can't get out of the hot summer. I thought your one look at me would be my salvation But I never imagined that it was an abyss of despair I stepped in without hesitation and fell to pieces. But what you left for me is an illusory and ethereal back view Intention: Dare to love and hate