He who throws away the flowers for fear of thorns You will never smell the fragrance of true love Because to love is to risk pain But fortunately, in a box, you can harvest an eternal garden. Hold my right hand... Oh, it is worth more than a thousand directionless roads. Even without certainty, There is a heart that beats to your beat. The distance between two hearts It is not measured in steps or on a map. It is measured in the hope that resists, In the thoughts that insist on finding themselves in silence. ++