Me and That Boy

Only later did I slowly understand that fate may have hinted that in the complex emotions of human beings, not all thoughts must be expressed verbally. Every time I respond to my efforts and grow up, I have already turned this emotion into a more lasting form. Love is like a poppy, and going to heaven is also hell. In the silence of the night, I asked myself, if I were given another chance, I would still choose to walk towards you, the boy holding azaleas!