seventeen prose | daragon

[ fifth ]

《 November 28, 2016 》

Your favorite flower is daisy, you look like one, you're charming like one. I still remember the last time I bought you a bouquet of it, you almost cried on my shoulder. I didn't knew that your tears meant something else. It breaks your heart, it breaks my heart, everything breaks. When did I even became this stupid. I knew you're watching me from above , holding a daisy in front of your grave.

I know you'll bloom , more beautifully than a daisy, i'm too sad im not there to watch you

with love, jiyong