Summer nights, heavy rain, alleys, and spectacular scenery, just to find you.
I can't help but think of the bluestone alley, during the rainy season, when I turned around and looked back at you, the sweeping petals were like a midsummer rainstorm, hitting the ends of my hair, and my smile was like a flower, and the corners of my mouth were slightly raised.
"Because -, because you smell good like fireworks." I fell in love with the world because of this.
"I don't like anyone, maybe including myself."
My feeling for you is like falling to the bottom of the sea in midsummer. The dream in the fog is so clear. I stretch out my hand and you look like a cunning fox in the moonlight.
"Hate this world?" Then I like you.
In that sunny alley, a little knight unexpectedly met her prince, the person in the fairy tale who wanted to protect "life".
Love, psychology has tried to define it as a survival relationship, just a contract. If it can be written in words, it must not be true. The pitiful love of the world is just an attempt to create eternity in a short life.
"Can you help me get my umbrella? Lord Knight."
"I won't love you" but I should be with you until that so-called eternity.
You are 13.7 Billion light years away, and time has spread over several 9.4607 Times.
Street lights, shooting stars, thousands of lights, and the hustle and bustle of the world can never compare to you.
You make me feel like I am trapped in a forbidden place in the noisy world. I want to escape under the sun, reach out my hand, and accompany you to fall and hide in the night.
I, will not fall in love with you/like you, my knight/prince.
Meeting you is like a journey on a summer night.
Intention: Like and love are different. I am willing to accompany you until that eternity.