
(Daily Life? Reality? Wish Fulfillment? Sweet? Relaxed and Happy? A little angsty)
An ordinary person unexpectedly finds several loves... They experience a bumpy journey of separations and reunions... several women intertwining with me for half a lifetime...
Love in youth is often especially pure and simple; one might fall in love inadvertently, without any complicated reasons, then dive headfirst into it, unaware of its origin... deeply devoted.
"Love, this one word, its origin unknown, its dwelling place unknown."
"Its knotting unknown, its unravelling unknown."
"Its trace unknown, its end unknown."
The road ahead is vast, its destination unknown; the path behind is severed, a way back nowhere to be found...