"I love you, just simply I love you!"
"I don't love you, it's just that I don't love you!"
The seventeen-year-old boy shuttled through the golden wheat field, closing his eyes and gently stroking the ripples caused by the wheat waves! Everything was so beautiful, like a dream that would wake up at any time. The boy wiped away the tears that had fallen from unknown time, and slowly raised his head and looked into the distance!
Purpose: To commemorate the three people I once loved most and my lost youth!
