"Sister, you smell like jasmine."
"Sister, I drowned in that jasmine rain back then."
"Sister, I finally accepted that pain is part of happiness."
I thought that happiness had nothing to do with them.
However, the jasmine rain brought by the encounter baptized them.
The fragrance of jasmine and grapefruit lingered around their grand and tortuous youth. Fortunately, with their fingers intertwined, they had the courage to resist everything.
Purpose: Accept that pain is part of happiness.