When they were young, love was like something in their pocket. They were confident enough to take it as their own, confident enough to envy others, and confident enough to bless their own love.
However, in a very poor life, is there only love?
When you are young, before you have time to understand betrayal, you have too much control over yourself. After finally growing up, where is the love?
The two of them looked at each other at peace, and could only stand on the edge of love, quietly blessing those who could love each other.
I wish love, will it fade away in time, leaving only a piece of love to remember...