Years from now, when nothing remains but emptiness and memories have slipped quickly through his fingers like sand, will he still remember those days long ago?
The scenery is still the same, and he is still the pampered young wastrel adored by all.
Nothing is more beautiful than the moment of meeting. He met another young man.
At a single glance, they felt as if they had known each other forever.
Without that first meeting, how could so many complications and so much longing have grown in the years that followed?
The most beautiful days passed in a rush, though at the time they seemed perfectly ordinary.
The weight of a love too great to bear was a burden from the beginning.
Life and death, partings and reunions, were all part of a fixed destiny.
Snow falls every year, but once an old friend is gone, he is hard to bring back.
Day after day, I drown my sorrows in wine, never minding that the mirror shows my once-radiant face growing thin.
"I did it all for you."
