Telling the feelings of acacia, suffering and longing. Too deep despair is not sad. . .
Years are like misty rain, clouds are everywhere, strangers are different, and the world is lonely. Being with you is happiness, being cared for by you is comfort, and being missed by you is warmth. I don't want too much and I don't want too much. It's nice to have someone who can make me love, think and read.