I've always been running away, avoiding a boy who was almost too wonderful to be real. He made me believe that no one could ever love me more deeply. But the people destined to love with all their hearts are often the most heartless of all. I wandered through this earthly world, and in the end, my first and last memories of it were of him loving me, me loving him, and him hating me... After that, Paris became an empty city, a scene of jade-green trees and icy blossoms.
How righteous and fearless we were in our youth. Then dawn came, and we scattered in careless haste. In those years of youth, we never said goodbye, not even in life or death.
I casually sketched your picturesque face; your love ran deep, but it was all for her.
May you travel the world and return still young.
