When, after lingering beneath her window night after night, he finally gathers the courage to present her with roses and confess his love, only to be met with a bucket of cold water or an ecstatic surprise;
When, standing alone by the window and eagerly awaiting a letter from him, she suddenly sees him appear, or another man swoop in and steal the show;
When two ardent hearts, shyly or passionately, are about to spark love, or finally do;
Youth, restless youth, will dance to the rhythm of romance as boys pursue girls. Those notes, now soaring, now sinking, now mournful, now sweet, leap with a special kind of magic, spinning tales of ordinary life or legend, sorrow or sweetness, pain or happiness…
It's been a long time since I've seen words so densely packed... It would be more comfortable if I divided them into paragraphs.