alo-homora
Recently, I fell in love with a man. He smelled like flowers. Sunflowers, and sunshine, and sandalwood.
But the man I fell in love withㅡhe must hate me.
He never said anything to me, even though I told him everything.
So hateful.
Ah, if only I could see him, even once would be enough.
I want to hear his voice.
His voice must be as nice as his smell.
How do I know that?
A gentle and kind person usually have a fitting voice.
[the blind loves sightlessly. the mute loves soundlessly. nevertheless, their hearts loved sincerely.]