The most gentle thing is the gentleness of the lowered head, like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot bear the cool breeze. I couldn't stand the shyness of the cool breeze, and said "treasure", "treasure", and there was sweet sorrow in that "treasure". Sayanara!
Perhaps Nora and Shayan were just like this poem, unable to bear the cold wind, and they were blown away in that year. And Shayan never knew about Nora's existence. He didn't know that there was a girl who had been working hard for him, because there are no eyes behind people, and he couldn't see the little lark behind him.
Fifteen years later, on the tail of youth and on the bus with 520 code words, was the goodbye between Sha Yang and Nora a goodbye?