My handsome face is slightly sad in my heart. Is it my handsomeness that makes girls throw themselves into their arms, or is it my heart that refuses to be lonely. Is it the pain caused by my first love or the shadow of my parents? I crossed the ocean to meet her, and I was separated from him. She, gentle and beautiful like an angel, is the woman I want to love with my life. He, handsome and melancholy like a prince, is the friend I want to spend my life with when they meet. My world suddenly collapsed...