Fancy Words

The words of youth, one by one, are the secrets of the past in my heart. Your and my faces, the warm look at each other, the unbearable aftertaste of the movie. I am afraid of your mistakes because of my mistakes. Don't think about who let go of whose finger, who blinded whose love. Is it malicious destruction? I can't help but tear off the branches and leaves of the flowers. Pinch the lingering fragrance. What should I do, my dear, I still miss you. Any one of you, any one of me to you. In fact, we cannot escape those. A time as beautiful as flowers. Flowers bloom stubbornly. Will you listen to me? At least. In times like that, we belong to each other.