Please believe me, I can.
There is a different sky above my head and a different earth under my feet. We stood in different times and regions, looking at the divided plots, silently counting our own pleasure and uneasiness.
Please allow me to acquiesce.
There is no need to atone for my frivolity. Deep in the beating heart, there is always a blind spot that makes me excited and uneasy. You don't know where it is, but you feel its presence deeply.
Close at hand, within reach.
That year, she brought her mother to the city.
That year, he bid farewell to his hometown and came to the city.
At high school age.
Because she was uneducated, she was ridiculed.
He is very popular because of his handsome appearance.
When he met her, something was quietly brewing.
Jealousy or disgust.
Vulnerable or strong.
Try or give up.
Perhaps, this is called fate.