As young people, we are like loyal believers in beauty. We would rather believe that every star in the night belongs to a kind and wealthy person than believe that the obscure and lonely souls covered under the cold dead bodies will return to this ancient land and become dazzling stars.
I would rather believe who boiled my longings into rain than believe that this is God preparing to drown the lovers' tears.
Who said you would run away with me and indulge in love for the sea?
Who is suffering in the story of youth and becomes a song?
Who said that the most sinful thing in the world is the butcher's tears? Who said that we should wander until the end of the world?
This story is written for all the girls who have curled up in bed and cried over their loved ones and for the young men who struggled for love but ended up with a sentence that said it was not worth it.
Please believe that there are better people ahead, people who are more worthy of your love, people who will walk hand in hand with you through life, people who cry for you, laugh for you, people who are willing to reach for the stars for you.