Two Trees Form a Forest, Who Is the Stranger?

I was seventeen years old that year, an age when love should not be spoken easily. I know, I know, I have always known that our love may not end well. But since when has he been stationed in my heart, deep and motionless, like a big mountain. As long as he holds my hand, I can't help but sink. Even if it's a dark abyss filled with thorns and stinging, I will never look back. Intention: