When they first met, he was 17 years old and she was 15 years old. The girl with short furry hair and sportswear under the crabapple tree easily captured the heart of a young boy who was just beginning to fall in love.
When we meet again five years later, she is a charming dancer in the bar, and he is a passerby who is discussing business with friends. When we meet again, it is just him whistling to her. Their life paths are very different.
She is an angel wearing a mask, and the whole meaning of life is revenge; he is the knight who lost the princess, constantly trying to find the ray of sunshine in his youthful period.
She said that my world stopped when I was 17. My father committed suicide unjustly, my mother suffered from mental illness who was tormented by grief and hatred, and there were constant rumors and pressure in life. All that supported me in my life was my unwillingness to live on.
He said that when I was 17 years old, I realized for the first time that people are really different and hierarchical. My father said that girl was something that a family like ours would never be able to reach. My mother said that although the relationship between my parents was good, it was not something that could be achieved. If you really want to, be a promising person and a man who can stand in front of her.
He said, I will find the purest girl in the future, a girl as bright as the sun and spend my life together; she said, my life is dark and I will never find light again.
She said that if I was brave enough, could I completely let go of the willful man who told me not to worry? He said, I want her to be truly worry-free and never worry about anything.
As time goes by, fortunately, they finally become stronger and braver, and they will eventually see that the black mandala symbolizes unpredictable death and danger. . . Like,,,,,