I very much like the saying that love can never become an eternal poem.

Could the lingering scent of emotion possess the time of eternity? No. Because the truth felt by humans is inversely proportional to time.

Perfection is close to an abstraction. Human abstract obsession combines to connect as a single medium, and the faint tail within perfection is bound to be deficient. I really like the sentence that no one can define perfection. So, I still haven't understood what part of Mr. Kwon Jiyong is perfect. If I absolutely had to know, wouldn't it be closer to memorizing rather than understanding?

Actually, I don't even know what love is. Mr. Kwon Jiyong seems to love literature. I learned that the definition of love is a heart that yearns for, passionately likes, or adores the other person. Can we not deviate from that definition? Well, I'm not sure about that either...

I thought I had entered a fairly stable line of normalcy. A collection of things not much different from others, ordinary thoughts, average grades, and a GPA with nothing particularly to boast about. However, I don't think I'm absolutely the vulnerable type.