I met you when I was fourteen,
The locust flowers on the street fill the nasal cavity,
You are like the young man among the flowers,
Fresh and bright, imprinted in my heart,
At the age of twenty-four,
I get married,
Looking at you in the audience who I have loved for so many years,
I understand that I have to let go eventually,
At the age of thirty-four,
The bustling world,
No color at all,
I still lost myself,
Loving you is so difficult,
I'm stuck in my own world and can't get out,
You are like the wind in the hot summer,
It seems to be there but it seems to be nothing, I don't want it but I can't live without it.
Intention: Time always stops on the day I turn fourteen.