"Grandpa, maybe we should all live our lives quickly. None of us have had it easy; you should have your own path to follow."
He didn't know how it all began, but these days and nights he was constantly thinking about his first love. He didn't know what he should do to forget these memories. Whenever he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with images of past bliss and happiness. Those pure, bright smiles continually brought back memories, making him wonder if he was possessed. He desired nothing more than for everything to return to how it originally was. But is it really possible to go back? Again and again, the hurt and unbearable pain had sealed his fate in failure. He could only survive feebly on his own, knowing full well his existence in this world would be nothing but sorrowful.
