You, a Young Man, is Like Yesterday

Once a young age, how many people have I loved, how many crazy things have I done, and how much pain have I experienced, before transforming into the impervious self I am today. But the boy in white who once captured your heart remains frozen in your memory – it's the image of the woman you longed to marry to love.

When they were just together, the cherry blossoms were just in full bloom, he said to her under the cherry blossom tree: 'Let's get married after graduation.' She nodded shyly. But time never lies. Two months before graduation, the cherry blossoms were still brilliant, but their love ended. Similarly, under the cherry blossom tree, he said: 'We are not suitable, let's break up.' She nodded sadly. Didn't she know this was just an excuse? Didn't she know how ridiculous it was to realize they weren't compatible after three years? But how could a changed heart ever be salvaged? All the sacrifices she made for him, all the love they shared, became the most painful salt on her wound. She opened her eyes every day and couldn't stop crying, and when she closed her eyes, she cried in her dreams. Because of his promise, she would carry the memory of him for the rest of her life, and because of his 'not suitable' words, she would carry only his back in the rest of her life. She didn't know how to detach, how to detach. The only thing left was her tears understanding her pain.

Years later, she remained single, having had several relationships, but none succeeded. Late at night, she would ask herself, 'Have I lost the ability to love, or am I afraid of loving, so I've never gotten results?'

Years later, she received his invitation. The female protagonist was the girl from their breakup. She slightly raised her corners of her mouth, and that promise echoed in her ears, perhaps they were really not compatible, and the future days would be spent alone, without dwelling on the past, without fearing the future.