When I first saw you, you were like a plump, dark red hawthorn fruit.
Tempting me to get closer to you step by step, possess you, and devour you.
It was so sour in the mouth that it was unspeakable. It was not until after you left that I realized that it was just the hard and rough shell outside your soft and sweet pulp. The bitter and unbearable taste left on the tip of my tongue became a touch of sweetness that made me miss you day and night.
Intention: Lovers will eventually get married.
