Cold outside but hot inside
We passed each other in countless dreams, until the sound of raindrops drowned out the fragrance of flowers.
"Can you believe it, we have met before."
The sound of longing can also be deafening.
The love of summer is so hot that it submerges the iceberg and tilts out a cloud. It comes quickly and spreads passionately.
Intention: He killed the truth and was buried under the sycamore tree.
