Kim Jongin, heard of her. Rina Gong, knew of him. They never met, though they knew what each other looked like, and knew where they came from. But that was it, up until that one day. 15.02.14  

As days and months pass by, so does the wind, and the tips of our worn out fingers through the different fabrics of both time, and life itself. As wind passes by, it brushes all delicate feelings and shards from the past with it. Gracefully like a flower. Whereas the fingers with cracks of history, sweep away both the positive, and negative feelings forcefully. Forcing them away, earn