love,
when you come with the burning lamp of pain in your hands,
i can see your face,
and know you as bliss.
the first time when i heard these verses, i was 17 years old, in full blossom as everyone assumed. not knowing much about love, i instinctively regarded love as something seemingly beautiful but hard to chew in essence.
i'm correct, to some extent. all the years i spent alone prove both dishearten
