A rehearsed scenario, a planned appearance, one unexpected moment.
As the dream echoes every night in my head, I close my eyes tightly, hoping this time the dream would come true. After six years of oblivion, we finally see the face of the shadows that often appeared in our dreams. So familiar, so gentle, so fierce, so soft, so bold, so enchanting to our souls. We turn around at the same time, our eyes lock together, and the distance between was imbued by the warmth of our heartbeats.
The secret part of our hearts, engraved with a hidden name; It bleeds night and day, day and night.
A tree, a flower, a rock. The tree provides shelter for the pretty flower, but the flower thinks oxygen come from rocks. As the tree sheds its teardrop during a rainstorm, who would know? Who would feel the saltiness of the teardrop?
As the rock disappears after a windy storm, the tree and the flower grasp onto each other through its roots underneath the soil.
first love, first love, and first love
To be continued or not to be, that is the question.
Or perhaps there is already an answer, and the answer is right there - underneath the soil <3