The encounter we had when we were young is like a piece of paper that no one has touched.
The girl's love was like a newly lit candle, extinguished by the slight flapping of butterfly wings. Another young man with a sunny smiling face walked into her life. They cried and laughed and experienced the youth they should have.
The person I love most often hurts me more deeply, and after going through the storm of betrayal and distrust, there is still someone who holds an umbrella to protect her from the wind and rain when she needs it most.
What will be the fate of him and her?