We opened our hearts and talked all night long
We exchanged dreams and secretly made up our minds
We talk about feelings, the heartbeat breaks through the shackles
Ambiguous atmosphere, ruddy color, blood tumbling
The passionate kiss was cautious, and the hot body temperature complained of uneasiness.
The road we walked holding hands is filled with countless sadness
gay.....
It is not allowed, it is disliked, it is love that is not understood
Secular words are like sharp weapons constantly attacking the invisible wall
There seems to be a gap between us. We start to distance ourselves and hide in a lonely shell. No one can repair the broken wall.
I thought I was mature, but it turns out I'm not
I want to hold his hand and lead him away from this cold winter
"Go back, be sensible, and stop being so willful."
The gentle voice, the cold words, the feeling of uneasiness and fear intertwined
Roses wither in this cold and temperatureless winter, spring is coming
The rose never bloomed again. I was left behind to escape alone. The story ended abruptly. The oath in my hand disappeared too quickly.
The last letter reveals regret between the lines. Tears are spotted on the incomplete poems. Memories become a deserted island.
Those twinkling eyes have dimmed, and the forced smile echoes the reality.
"How do I describe regret?"
"Don't cry. Go forward boldly. I will always be behind you."
Intention: I did it secretly in class
