Love (for me)

Swings of time, Wave of the reality

They seem harsh, sometimes are indeed harsh

As water flood when the amount is excessive for human

As storm wind wipe off civilizations when it is too strong

Nature is not always kind of human

Sometimes it embraces us, sometimes it kills us

But, they are fundamentally the same

whether water is too little or too much, they do exist somewhere, else where

Human's heart, it also sways, changes, gets shaken

But, it is always there.

It is sometimes hard to see

Because it is a lot easier to see the change, rather than peace

Although peace embraces and cultivates our heart to grow

It's mere surface which swinging

Pay attention to the core

They always smile at you

This is love