Discovering yourself is a process that takes a lifetime.  

In which Namjoon learns the beauty of spring is also in the winter. 

"I love you, but I'm dying," is what sealed their limited relationship.

This is the continuation.  

We meet beneath illusory stars.

"It only hurts just now," she whispered over the phone, one summer night. "Just now. Think it over, please." And so he sighed in defeat, dropped the blade, and listened to her breathe.

He stood out like a four-leaf clover in a field.

And behind those smiles would people care to wonder If the children are already shattering inside But the sound of their downfall won't be as loud as thunder. Behind the sobs would people dare to whisper Just how much the children are loved And what they did in the past won't matter. Beyond the scars would people even see The ordeals the children had to go through J

Beneath the scorching, summer sun, she saw him floating paper boats by the river. That was how a story about love began. <:> To Yonghwa I made this haiku for y