In the vast sea of people, they are ultimately out of reach; in the dusty red earth of the world, it feels like a beautiful dream. A brief encounter leads to endless longing, and the wish to hold hands tight becomes a vigil within these flowing fates of the mortal world. Perhaps on a cool night, quietly listening to your condition, A lonely body finds comfort, and a cold heart receives warmth.
Love's sorrow, what a familiar melody. Do you still remember the spring breeze blowing south and the wave of longing sent north? That winter night, that promise of the heart, that scene of flowers and wind, that snowy night, those moments of willing devotion, those times of unrepentant commitment.
There is a feeling that is only admitted as "longing" during sleepless nights; a fate that is only believed to be "eternal" after waking from a dream; a gaze that is only seen as "affection" at the moment of parting; and a mood that is only understood as "loss" after separation.