Sign

Original

I hope it arrives.

Even if you don't understand, I'm also leaving you now.

A harmony that echoes two thoughts that are like new sprouts that have withered without growing.

We repeat "thank you" and "sorry" and put our longing for others on top of them like building blocks.

I laughed a little and realized that it was a labor of love when ordinary moments seemed so lovely.

The gestures you show are signs directed towards me.

Don't miss anything.

That's what I'm thinking.

Sometimes we protect each other with words that come to mind, and we feel bad for each other's poverty.

But someday, we'll get naked, touch each other's sweet bodies, and show each other our tenderness.

Similar but somehow different.

But it smells the same.

I love you, not with my body or my mind.

We swore that if a small light shines in our hearts, we must cherish it.

Signs sent from everything we encounter.

Don't miss anything.

Let's live like that.

Green: Know the beauty and cruelty when the sunlight filtering through the trees of the road sways on you.

We have some time left, so we have to make the most of it, I said with a small smile.

The gesture you show is a sign that strongly invites me.

Don't miss anything.

Let's live like that.

That's what I'm thinking.