Passing By

Is there a kind of relationship called childhood sweethearts? Isn't there a concept called love that grows over time? Is there a contract called arranged marriage? Isn't it true that there is a kind of relationship called treating each other with respect? Isn't there a kind of emotion called liking the new and hating the old? Isn't there a kind of expectation called tearful eyes? Is there a kind of despair that goes deep into the bone marrow? Is it true that only after being shattered can we see the truth of the world clearly? It turns out that everything from our names to our relationship was just a passing mistake? I am not a phoenix that can be reborn from nirvana. I can break and stand up stronger and stronger; then, when I "awaken" again, there will be nothing between us...