Our blooming years are always beautiful. I have passed him by again and again; I have shed tears for him again and again; I have been tossing and turning in my dreams again and again. When that seed has sprouted in my heart, everything seems like a dream. It's just that separation time after time is tiring. Eone, move forward for your dreams, but we will always fall in love with someone who is impossible to like. Thank you for having him by your side along the way.