Whose Heart Does Your Youth Sweeten?

[Tales of the River of Forgetfulness]

Can a girl's tears be trusted?

The grown-up you wears an unfamiliar face.

What should you look like in a boy's eyes...

Does everyone deserve to be loved and cherished?

Why should they?

Because you have a bad temper? Because you love spending money?

We met too soon...

How could someone like you deserve a love so pure, sincere, and kind, yet so full of regrets and imperfections...

Love my ass!

Wakaka, wahaha!

Wagagaga!

(๑•́ωก̀๑)...

This is a rather dull, cruel, and cathartic book, because it touches on true feelings and true love... things so intangible... and precious beyond measure. Youth never returns, and our best years should not be wasted. Read on and treasure it while you can. The author will write when in the mood...

The sun writes to the moon:

Do you really love your children?

Even if they're your flesh and blood, your family, the ones you worry about... perhaps you simply treat them, alive and breathing, as your personal possessions...

If you can't even love your own flesh and blood, how can you accept everything about a stranger...

Or give anything up for one?

When you're the one who never truly grows up...

Not loving yourself, loving others, being naive and willful, refusing to take a beating or accept punishment...

Here by the River of Forgetfulness, I lift your face.

Strange, warm, self-moved...

Are you my sunshine?

Whenever I look back on the past, whenever I lose my temper, whenever I feel unwell, I, the sun, ask you...

For whom did you squander your youth?

For whom did you shed salty tears?

With whom did your love lie down?

Green mountains share the same clouds and rain; the bright moon has never shone on two separate lands.

Deep in the night, I suddenly dream of my youthful days. I dream of idle passersby, but never of you.

Embarrassing tales from the River of Forgetfulness...