"Physics of Love"

"Physics of Love"

  Quality and volume are not proportional

That violet is generally a small taro
The hoe that is like a petal swaying
Attracting me beyond the quality of the earth
For a moment, I was uncontrollably rolling down at her feet like Newton’s apple.
a bang
Slamming
From the sky to the earth, the heart continues to have a dizzying swing. It is the first love.