I don’t know what love actually means. I never felt love before, what is that? Something cold? Something pain? If these were called love, then it should be in my life every day. But they said love is sweet, love is about happiness I never felt that way.

I live alone with this cold wall around; I eat from money what I got from my job. Every single taste of my food is insipid, since I eat same food every day. Thanks to my tear that makes my food feel salty every I cry.

My first and second grade of my school was perfect; I was an ordinary girl that time. My third grade is the different story, my life was just perfect until I met that boy, the boy who has childish character, he is an innocent person but sometimes serious man, and he likes to smile.

If love has similar meaning with pain, this guy gave me a lot.

If love has similar meaning with happiness, this person also gave me a lot.

That boy called Choi Junhong.