Yes, you called me again. At that moment, countless crescent moons rose in my body.
A long-lost voice came from the other end of the phone, asking me how I am lately. I answered you softly, it's okay.
Countless people have defined love, but countless people feel that it implies indestructible impatience. So, I seem to love you. Hesitation implies determination, recklessness implies meticulousness, and contradiction implies matter-of-factness. Therefore, I love you and I don't love you should be the same thing. I have fallen in love with you, hated you, abandoned you, and saved you countless times, like a despicable clown trying to write about innocence. Countless bubbles of love and fantasy popped up in my bones, but they were lost and left behind in the collisions between clouds.
Love also has cycles, with normal and abnormal changes, moments that can be called softness, and countless moments of frustration. However, today I thought of you again and found that all the kale flowers had faded. It seems to have gone through a long period of desolation, decay and neglect. When a new life begins again, it returns to the nothingness of life again. This spring is its end.
Please read with me. About youth, about love, about you and me.
Concept: Beautiful things inevitably make people see the tragedy behind them.