In Greece, which is full of myths, there is also a sea, the Aegean Sea.
It is said that it is love written by Plato, protecting the lover's tears.
Thousands of years ago, Plato outlined his own eternity.
Thousands of years later, this fact continues to repeat,
Even if we can't live together, as long as we can see our lover happy,
Watch quietly, not expecting to walk in, nor praying to own it.
Even though he knew there would be no result at all, he still persisted and refused to regret it.
Unnecessarily paranoid but still very reassuring.
Only the beautiful fragments in memories are left as eternity.
This is probably the noblest and most beautiful love in the world.
Perhaps, everyone has a memory in our hearts.
Maybe you thought you had forgotten it, but you remembered it inadvertently,
Either with a beating heart or with heartache,
This is love.
Some people, God gives them the opportunity to meet,
But they forgot to have fellowship,
Then a parallel line of sorrow appeared.
This is Plato's sorrow, Plato's pride, and even more, Plato's happiness.