When we are young, we can be resolute for someone but do not consider that we are still a frog in the well. We only know the blue of the sky but not the vastness of the earth. We only know that we want to hold the other person's hand but do not know that the restlessness of youth has begun.
If I love you, I can do anything for you. But I can't do anything because you don't love me, and everything I do or don't do seems so redundant. Destiny has been tied to you and me through repeated ups and downs. After the mirror was broken in half, you still let me know your news. The world is so big, life is so broad and yet so narrow.
I first met you in the passing years of youth;
I embrace you, on the island of each other's souls;
I lost you in the world of separation.
―The story was not emotional, but the storyteller cried.