What everyone misses is that the breeze of young love has already blown through the autumn of her youth, gone far away, and then disappeared.
It's very foggy and it's hard to get out
I mean
Love lasts a long time, letting go is hard
I think secret love is beautiful but also regrettable at the same time
The new year is coming and it's time for me to reconcile with myself
Thank you for being here when I was a passionate and brave fifteen year old
Intention: If you are lucky enough to be loved, it doesn't matter if you take your time.