I Wish You Peace with Time

I have always envied a kind of love, a love that goes from campus to wedding, whether in a different place or at the same school. Likewise, I have always wanted to have such a love, the love of holding my son's hand and growing old together. Maybe there is only you between me and this world. You are more caring than time. I want to meet you in the desolate situation and the season when dead trees turn into spring, illuminate you, and grow old together with you. There are two kinds of regrets that are lingering. It is a pity that I have never been firmly chosen by anyone in this life. What is even more regrettable is that the person I loved so much has never even held hands once in the end.