Are You Okay?

Has anyone ever told you how the wind dies when fallen flowers brush the ground?

Has anyone ever told you how the night grows old when the sun rises?

Has anyone ever told you how my heart clenches in pain when you smile at me?

There is a kind of love that runs deep, yet cannot be spoken;

There is a kind of love that knows there is no way forward, yet the heart cannot be called back.

On White Day sixteen years ago, he watched her board a flight to France. That night, red roses withered all across the city.

On White Day sixteen years later, she saw him off as he set out for a foreign land. That night, she stood alone in the falling snow, heartsick and forlorn.

Each of them carried a grave in their heart, where the one left behind was buried.

Two more years passed. When they met again, they both smiled calmly, but the tears glistening in their eyes gave them away.

"Long time no see. Are you doing well?"