From that day on, Ping An never celebrated his birthday again. It was also on that day that he met a little girl.
The passage between our hearts goes both ways.
Our palms grew warm,
But whose palm was it?
Does it really matter?
It doesn't.
What matters is
that we each
felt the other's warmth.
Warm,
then cold,
just fine.
What I want is simple.
I just want to find someone who doesn't happen to like me,
while I don't happen to like her either,
if that's possible.
I hope he is
simple,
and open and easygoing.
Yes... that's what I hope.
