The bright face of a friend
gives of fascinating atmosphere. The foundation-stained face became a glossy
face. The tangled back of her hair are shining like waves in the morning sun.
Her lips glistens like a lotus under her red cheeks like a girl. There's
something.
I'm a person who doesn't pry
into other people's private lives and doesn't care. Even if I wanted to know, I
just kept my mouth on it for a while.
The cheerful movement of the friend shines brilliantly and conveys of
happiness.
"You're in a
relationship, aren't you?" "The biggest mistake I've ever made in my
life was marriage, and the best thing I've ever done was divorce. I finally met
my ideal type. I can't believe we're meeting so late!"
Can we love even at our age?
The power of love is great. Makes feel what didn't feel, and raise sagging
feelings. It naturally gives the courage to abandon "ego" and
sacrifice for opponents even without trying.
"I feel sad to meet my
ideal type man so late. My fiancé said, "let's live happily ever after
until 96 years old. The people next to us frowned at our joyful screams, but we
chatted lively like an adolescent girl.
Why was I so excited about
my friend's romantic love story? I am used to indirect love since I was young,
and I have a hobby where I illusion other people's love is my love. When the
cherry blossoms were in full bloom at the age of 23, I was excited to hear
another friend's love tirade and we got on the train to Jinhae.
We visited my friend's
boyfriend, who was an officer at a naval base in Jinhae. It reminds me of the
scene where we were wandering around at the front gate of the Naval Academy
because we were ashamed of soldiers' gaze. After that, the memories are faint, but
the dark night sky, the men and women who made love with their heads together
under the cherry blossoms shining like a snowflake, and my heart fluttered in
the love of others.
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