Twenty years
Maybe it shouldn't be recognized, at least it won't be painful. Maybe I should have forgotten it long ago, but I couldn't help myself. From the age of 17 to 37, what is love? Each of us is looking for the deepest hurt and the deepest love.
A love in which too many people participated has been torn apart for a lifetime, and the tears come from nowhere...
All people are swallowed up by time and buried in sorrow, but they are all struggling, because there is something that is not innate, but is unforgettable