A confessional encounter
I have known you for only a few days, but it seems that I have seen you somewhere before, or that I am familiar with you.
Old friend,
It felt so beautiful and yet so dangerous. I am reserved and deep, I won't show my surprises
But in dreams, in trance, in every gesture, I silently infect you with your breath, and you won't feel my
All kinds of hesitation, joy, and even just a moment of enlightenment, but thanks to you, I have recovered.
I haven't had this passion for a long time. I thought that after going through many twists and turns, my heart would never be able to bear any emotion again.
Until I met you, God, how could you let me know you so late? You know me, you like me, and I'm so excited
You, who are so excited, are really like a hangover. What is the meaning of the most helpless and regrettable hangover? What can be done? Me
It will never be possible to fight for your heart.
You have gone too far on the road of life. You and I just met unexpectedly, smiled friendly and lovingly, and then turned around, sadly and decisively, telling myself to face it with strength. How could I make the most despicable mistake for you? How could I let you do something wrong because of me? I feel sick and guilty thinking about this. You and I are just friendly passers-by.
That's all.