"People come and go, I hope you remember me for a longer time."
"Those years when I wasn't brave enough"
Hope to see you next time
Love is like the first drizzle in spring, silent but lingering. Like it, it's like the strong wind that blows up for no reason in winter, howling and biting. Or perhaps, love is like flowers vying to bloom, eager to express their needs, or birds resting on the branches, enjoying the caress of the breeze in peace and tranquility. It is always as erratic as feathers, always as white and bright as winter snow and does not change itself.
Intention: The world is far apart. I hope to see you next time.
Intent: I wish us all the best