If you say goodbye to me.
When I saved you when I was twenty, I was afraid that you would hate me. When I met you when I was twenty-two, I knew about our friendship at that time.
You have random thoughts, youthful dreams, and are sensitive and fragile. We seem to be involved in that bloody accident. It is too easy to guess the resonance of thoughts. We understand each other best.
You asked me if I could take you to see the sea,
I said wait until you are discharged from the hospital.
Time and seasons are diluted by our feelings. We fall in love blindly and see you. Our perception is only sensitive when we are in front of you. Only when we raise our heads one day will we know.
Summer is over.
Intention: An act of kindness resulted in someone losing his life or legs. Is this salvation or destruction?