A pair of sisters, a pair of childhood sweethearts, a pair of uncles and nephews, a pair of lovers who cannot be together.
We are born as God's pawns, and our birth is a kind of sacrifice.
It is impossible to describe my sister's deep-seated hatred for her sister, the ambiguous and subtle emotions between my nephew and my uncle, my confusion and sentimentality about friendship and love.
We are walking on our own track.
Isn't it?