This story is about imperfect happiness, but how it is still important. It is about my love story! :) Do you know the feeling that you are happy but nervous that it might end?
When I was falling in love, I had as much anxiety as I was happy that this good thing might end. Like Pompeii long ago, I prayed that the volcano would erupt and everything would be stopped. Tocotocos are hugging each other, Dragon Oosayong is watching it. Nothing is as good as coming to an end in the happiest moments.