When I was 15 years old, I met a young man in the spring. The young man said: "You are my eternal princess", "I only love you", "My tenderness is only for you"... She believed it, she believed that the young man she loved would not lie to her, she believed that they were an exception, and she fell into it. But in the end, what she was waiting for was the boy's words: "Let's break up, I'm sorry."
Concept: unfinished love