I know that your mind is like the universe, vast and boundless, and every part of your life is as bright and gorgeous as a nebula. But I want to get through the wormhole in your heart, even if I can only embrace one of the thousands of nebulae.
So I make every day in the future a part of the star picking program.
I want to make a painting for you, with heart as the pen, emotion as the ink, love you as the content, and the rest of life as the end.
Don't say that you hate something, but you always sneak in on what you like.
I must be the first person to miss you today. If not, it doesn't matter. I think every day, and one day I will.
I met a man, the sun is not as vigorous as he is, the bright wrist and the moon are not as good as him.