Whose Everlasting Love?

Youth, sometimes sorrowful, sometimes joyful, bright yet melancholy. We grew up amid such tumult, weathering every storm along the way. In this mortal world, there are too many bewildered, lovesick pursuits. The ways of the world have worn away our edges, and we no longer believe in innocent vows. We let the wind and rain beat against us, turning the wind into an unreachable past: a painful, yet magnificent chapter.