If I were to say rare + you are better than the Northern Lights, desert rain + unintentional encounter with the vastness + you are the secret love of the Milky Way of Life, a sum of feelings that you and I kept in our hearts when we were young but hidden in the sun. Alone, secretly happy, secretly sad, these are the emotions it gives you. Your likes determine your happiness. It has life because of your sincerity. And the most gratifying thing is that the person you like also likes you.
Purpose: I understand the meaning of transformation because I witnessed my ordinary and cowardly self when I was a teenager. Whether it's for the people who love you or the people who love you, we have to get better and better