Soft on the outside, soft and soft on the inside, & beautiful and precious things in the closet
I noticed that she was an average-looking woman with a pair of sincere eyes. She did not dress up and would occasionally use lipstick to brighten her complexion. That woman... No, that girl often wore a gray denim jacket. I looked at her from a distance and felt a kind of rusticity. At first, it was the kind of smell floating in the air. Later, it became the kind of sweet earthy smell that can be smelled in the fields after the rain, mixed with the smell of fruit trees and vanilla.
I am a volatile and capricious person. If she were like chewing gum that I can't get rid of, I would definitely be disgusted. But this girl is soft and sensitive. She does things that I despise, but she reacts like a mimosa. So, after meeting her a few times, I extended an olive branch of friendship while being an indifferent critic. I can guarantee that although I smiled, I didn't like her much.
But one day, I, a highly conceited critic, stepped down step by step from the high platform I had built. While covering my eyes with my hands, I uttered bitter statements in a suppressed voice.
"It's time for me to go." I said.
Leave me quickly, but that's what I thought in my heart.
Intention: One thing brings down another thing