She is seventeen years old and her eyes are like stars.
She said: "Sister, you are so beautiful."
She said: "When I graduate, I will come find you."
I remember them all.
She said she liked me, so I liked her.
She said she loved me, so I loved her.
I fell into the gentle land called love.
Later, she left.
Maybe I left.
We are no longer in contact.
I can't forget her.
Her image fills my mind.
Fantasy fills my world.
Where are you?
I miss you so much.
I can't seem to find you.
Concept: Love is painful, complicated, and confusing, but it is also so charming that it makes people willing to fall into the swamp, getting deeper and deeper.