I once thought that what I held in my hands was very little warmth, and that a person's world was not bitter, but just a little lonely.
When I met him, the pure eyes were filled with light, and I saw my own faint reflection, making ripples in circles.
Until another person whizzed by like the cold wind, saving her again and again. Only then did I realize that I was not the only one who was stupid.
I wish to win the heart of one person and never leave each other. Even the price of freedom.