Valentine's Day is coming, and I wrote a few crooked words.
A heart's journey, a continuation of Valentine's Day, to White Day
Write in the last few minutes and send it to you.
I didn't know it was a holiday. Every day is ordinary, just like in these three months, before and after, back and forth, without any change.
Valentine in prison,
Bright and clear heart, infinite attachment, deep affection for the daughter of the warden,
While waiting for the sentence, I was like him, looking for love.
BC, the third century, ancient Rome, the full-scale crisis, the economic withering, Valentine, perhaps vaguely waiting for death.
On 2.14, Valentine was sentenced to death.
From your Valentine
I know that in these days of infinite waiting, the final outcome is no longer important,
I found you as if I had found the light,
I know, I...........
In this dark cage, I would have liked to say that I am like a little bird, I can't fly out no matter how I fly, even if I have ideals.
I.........
The moment I saw you fell into the light,
Caught in the light of my own love, it is a holy light, even if I am called a pagan, but I have my own faith, only I know.
For many of the time after seeing you, I blamed myself and regretted it, but I didn't feel the slightest sense of guilt, I acted with honor and justice.
The corners of my eyes overflowed with a lot of love, and in the dark cage, blurred my search for light,
I know that groups of people went out and didn't come back.
The air was filled with the smell of burnt rotten flesh, and I knew where I would end up!
I want to express the heat of my love for you, yet I am afraid that you will run away timidly,
I'm afraid you're thinking I'm cheating on you, I'm afraid....
At that moment, I saw the light, I saw the holy light, I don't know if I was dreaming, I saw a light slowly opening,
My angel, is it not you who has come.
It's not that you're here again.
Then a few figures walked by me, and I closed my eyes, waiting for my fate,
I wasn't dragged away, the people around me were taken away, he was crying and tearing his lungs, struggling and screaming, and finally insensitively dragged away, he was already dead on the way away, and I...
I seem to have a little last wish, which I wrote to you, my light. My angels.
The moment you show up, I fell in love with you. My heart has seen the light, and I am convinced that there is nothing wrong with my faith.
The one who doesn't open the door easily
You don't know that the moment you open the door, you are the light, the holy light that appears before me. You have injected light into this dark dungeon.
The moment I saw you fell in love.
After I wrote it to you, I died too. Your Valentine.
