The Beginning Is Not Yet Over

Memories are like seeds. Your tears have long since watered them into leafy growth, their roots deep and firm;

Love is like chasing butterflies. You pursue it with all your might, but though it dances just within reach, it remains forever beyond your grasp;

First love is like aged wine. You always think it will grow richer with time, but when you look back unexpectedly, you find that after all the changes, the original flavor has long since faded.

They met when they were young and naive. She was innocent, and he was romantic.

When they reunited amid misty rain, they rekindled their old love, and love became a dagger...