When she was still a naive young girl,
she was destined to meet that cold and unruly wind.
Before she knew it, a corner of the girl's heart had been lost.
And so, the pure, unblemished blank page was tinted by life with vivid, varied colors.
The ties they could never escape kept tearing at them throughout a lifetime of silently gazing at each other.
On the first day, by a twist of fate and an unspoken understanding, they smiled at each other.
On the three thousand six hundredth day, by a stroke of luck and with bitterness in their hearts, they passed each other by.
It turned out that even when happiness rests at your fingertips, it can still be so far away.
Love is free, but marriage is possessive~
