They Say Dating Means One of You Has to Leave

The school rules said that if students dated, "two would go, one would stay." But the eight of us insisted on going together.

Then fate delivered its verdict:

The red rose withered on a rainy night in a foreign land, the blue rose drowned in a sea of money,

The orange rotted behind prison walls, and the wisteria wilted in a pool of blood from domestic abuse.

The white paper tore itself to shreds, while the black ink lived on among the scraps.

And the most transparent one of all...

The premature baby, born at the cost of a difficult delivery, became the living will of every one of us.

Youth's curtain fell. No one was innocent.