Meeting You Again Under the Flower Tree

There is a kind of love: even when the blood in my heart dries up, I won't let go There is a kind of perfection: even though your heart hurts to the point of tearing, you cry until your tears evaporate, but you still smile and bless you. There is a kind of relief: although I am small, there will always be someone who needs me There is a kind of encounter: If the flowers on the other side hadn't bloomed and we were in the opposite direction of life, how could we have met you...