My boyfriend wrote me a poem in March 2018
I really didn't understand it too well
Then let the friends of the headliner appreciate it
Timing and geography are omens
Man and are hearts that are close to each other
Providence or accident
Green apple childish face
Red and white
Quietly waiting for my picking
Carry it in my pocket
Embracing the fullness of autumn
Taste your sweetness
It soaked my soul
Sweetest moments
But it is your bitter sourness
It really made me a meal ~ ~~
You are still an immature fruit
Only temperature can make you ripe
