When she first saw him, she was smiling and he was watching. She thought he would be the love of her dreams, but in the end, he shattered that hope as a foolish fantasy. Their love became an illusion, vanishing with the wind without a trace.
Just as she resolved to let go, he finally came to his senses. With a tender gaze and strong arms, he held her tight, hoping to begin their story again.
Is it not too late, or is it already too late? What will become of them?
