A Cluster of Blossoms

Everything that suddenly appeared caught her off guard, yet she remained attached. Still, they were worlds apart. She used another man to lay her past love to rest. She no longer had any reason to hesitate. With all the conflicts around her, how could she go on? Little by little, she understood: what leaves without looking back is not only time, but you and me. Only the traces remain, reminding you without joy or sorrow that you were once young, or are growing old.

With my slender hands, I trace the rough outlines of youth~