He is like a beam of light, always appearing when she is desperate
At this point, she also has light
But he is the sun and she is the star
They seem so far away
She clearly understood that if she wanted to have him, she had to pull him down from the clouds
But she can't be so selfish.
What should she use to keep him?
Maybe her world was lit by his own hands
The day she met him was the beginning of summer and also her birthday
"Oh, I can't hold it any longer. No one is willing to wait for me."
During countless painful days, he was her last support.
When I meet you again, after so many years, how should I say I love you?
With silence, with tears
My boy is like the sun.
There are moldy dreams hidden in the pillow, and there are people you can't have in the dream.
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Concept: The throbbing of youth is the beginning of growing up
