Youth is a hasty book, the eyes crossed by the window sill are the unread prologue, and the ice crystals condensed in abandoned corners on snowy nights are the silent cry of despair. He was used to hiding his worries in a cocoon of silence, while she always turned her grievances into falling snow. From being ignorant and throbbing to being separated by mountains and seas for eight years, every time I get close is accompanied by a harsh cracking sound. When the oath fell into the river of firewood, rice, oil and salt, they clumsily peeled off the cocoon of silence on the ruins of the quarrel, and silently mended the morning light torn by the wind. It turns out that love is not a pounding of the heart, but two hearts traveling thousands of miles in the wasteland of misunderstanding, finally learning to speak out about pain and gently accepting each other's vulnerability.
