At the beginning of the story, we all carry innocence and faith. There is no need to hold hands, sweat and tears flow together as we pass through the days. Friendship is the song played on the campus radio that I will always have you. Love is looking up at the floating clouds together. Youth is the noise and laughter in the classroom. Growth is a feast, friendship fades away from simplicity, love loses depth, and youth is left only in black and white. The pain is as unbearable as a thousand arrows piercing the heart, the pain is as painful as a steel wire piercing the heart, and the bloody pain is like a sharp knife gouging the heart. Growth is a process in which beliefs are overturned time and time again. Not all stories end with people falling in love. Maybe reality is more like a black fairy tale. Where there is no light, there are naked poppies, poisonous temptations. Because youth is nothing but decay.