That year, the young love in college was like a flower from the other side, blooming for whom.
As time goes by, see through the glitz.
After experiencing the hustle and bustle of the bustling city, I came to Tibet alone. The misplaced love of that year finally faded away in my heart, leaving only an apology to the person who waited persistently.
I finally understand that love is a matter of two people.
Conception: