Some people say that this world is beautiful, but a vain dream. Others say it is a painful and sad dream, so One should wake up. But I am a dreamer of pure love. I live in a dream world of eternal love. Endlessly!
Before the cold winter arrives, I feel the joy of a mature autumn. Deep purple grapes, ruby apples, crimson persimmons... Ripe fruit was the promise of spring. Nature's time does break that promise. To find a promised joy even in a single grape. My honey!
Yesterday, the leaf that on my head hurt my heart.
Today, I felt grateful to the man sweeping up the fallen leaves. And even in sadness or pain, lovers can feel something sweet. As always, my Dear!
Even the birds that briefly come to my window and leave are brought to tears. Even the petals swaying in the spring breeze... Even the fallen leaves on a deep autumn day... And even the sound of a single star scattering in the distant, unseen sky shatters my heart. That's the kind of person I am. One such person.
As always, I'm happy and at ease today. Especially if I see a rose-colored sunrise in the early morning and a beautiful purple sunset in the evening, I conclude that my day is happy. That's right! Sometimes, as I read the love messages coming and going on X, I secretly think of my own love. Feelings of love become infected and addictive. So I'm very happy every single day. Very truly!
On an autumn day, the red apple is a promise of the past
season. A promise on a spring days. Lovers keep their promise. Promises to protect one another beautifully.
The God of Love is blind. Only the soul can realize it.
Even in the very darkness. But when Love calls, one must be close enough to hear it. A very close distance.
Within reach... A distance where one can hear the painful, weary voice of a loved one. Closer together.
The lighthouse keeps its light on all night.
Some Factories don't sleep all night.
People at the front line are only seen from behind.
Just stand behind them... I don't know What unknown new world lies beyond. Maybe we cannot know exactly what fears, anxieties, pains, excitement , or loneliness they are carrying. They won't fall asleep, not even tonight!
Something like, " I just love u." As a seasons come and go, days come and go, and stars and flowers bloom...
Still, " I just love U." Even if snow falls on May roses like in winter - back', it is just truly a wonderful season for those lovely flowers.
When a beautiful flower greets the world for the first time.. Meeting a new world brings both excitement and fear at the same time. As if, before someone confesses their love, they are stepping back in fear. Sometimes
the truth is frightening. True love is scarier. And perhaps
encountering true love even more so. So perhaps the flowers are also blooming, trembling and twisting little by little.
The deep red evening glow is beautiful. The time spent longing for love in life is more beautiful. The rosy morning glow is beautiful, too. The time spent waiting for true love is more beautiful. Love is a mysterious means that completes the beauty of the world. May this beautiful world continue. Just as evening comes and morning comes again.
Even in the deepest, darkest night, one would hope that dawn comes slowly. If thy lover is with you.
Even the deepest, painful wound will be sweet. Yes, if thy lover is with you.
Even deep, deep blue sorrow will be beautiful and dazzling. Yes, Yes, if thy lover will be with you.
From a prescription for overly emotional lovers.
Sometimes the thorn of love painfully digs inward.
In a direction different from the rose's thorns. The hardened tissue formed within the wound covers its inner softness and delicacy. Innocent callus. The gentle heart became as hard as armor, like a knight's honor.. Perhaps once the hard scrab falls off, it will regain softness and delicate fragility. Sometimes there is more time to soothe such a painful wound. From a prescription for lovers with overly tender hearts.
The bluebird of Hope flies through the open sky. Whether the wind blows high, or low. Even the stars in the night sky do not stop following their path. And even Loved Ones know well the direction their Hearts are pointing. They won't get lost anytime, anywhere.
Is that so? Sometimes love is good for amateurs. Being in love and being loved are all unfamiliar and unskilled
like the first time. Because a mystery of love.