This evening

This evening, and you here with me in this tiny room... where you can't even bear the heat, yet you’re still sitting here just to be with me...

You are sitting right in front of me. I watch you wipe away your sweat with your sleeves. A part of me wants you to leave this place—to step out of this mental comfort zone and go somewhere you can be physically comfortable...

But I am so selfish that I just don't want to give up my own comfort.

How beautiful this evening atmosphere is. When you are right here in front of me, everything feels perfectly fine. Why can't this just be my whole life, instead of just a fraction of it? I want to forget about all the other pointless dramas of life.