[Mr. Warm and Healing?? Miss Cold and Gentle]
The fact that ______ likes you is like a dead tree suddenly blooming.
The dull tree cannot catch the wind of freedom. The tree that I thought was dead and hopeless, when I meet you again, the branches are covered with small stars, like the miserable ending when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and suddenly encounter the warm salvation of the dark willows and bright flowers.
Like dead wood, like spring.
Intention: They are in their prime