"ONE HAND, ONE SUMMER
My crush begins in wintertime
You come and hold my hand
You became my everything
They didn't understand us
I fell in love
There was no escape...
You always look after me
You value me
But no one believes in my love,
I wish they'd support just one thing about me
Was it such a hard thing?
I will love you
Chorus: While my hands were trembling, you left your heart in my palms
My heart,
My heartbeat,
Everything belongs to you
Everywhere was cold,
While my hands were shaking,
Suddenly summer came,
My body filled with warmth."
In the poem I wrote for my sun for Valentine's Day, there was a collage of our childhood photos. I sent it to my sun on Valentine's Day. She only said thank you and mentioned she was busy. The moon was wounded so deeply for the first time. It broke. That night, the moon did not appear in the sky.