We have all been lost and passionate in our youth.
There was a period of confusing and crazy life.
There are feelings that are both true and false.
What I am describing is only the most flamboyant part of youth.
Maybe you have too.
The people who accompany you through the passionate years will always become memories.
The end of love is marriage, and the end of marriage is the grave.
I am looking for love and then bury it with my own hands