"Why are you pursuing someone who doesn't belong to you for so long? Don't you get tired?"
"If you understand the feeling of a blind person suddenly seeing the light one day, then you will understand my stubbornness."
"But it was destined to be impossible from the start, wasn't it?"
"Holding hands until the end of life isn't the only way to have a perfect ending. Meeting each other amidst the uncertainties of youth, going through a few stumbles together, and then helping each other get back on our feet to welcome the spring sunshine—I already feel fulfilled. For me, or for him, if it's destined to be impossible, then I won't insist on him appearing in the future; having each other now is enough."
"Right now, but will you be able to let go later?"
"It has to be this way, even if it's impossible. I love him, and I respect him the way he respects me. Later, we'll both walk down the aisle, me shy beside the groom, him elegant beside the bride, and we'll raise our glasses to toast each other's happiness. Then we'll both gradually withdraw from each other's lives, but we'll certainly never disappear, only our ways of existing will be different. So tell me, why can't I let go?"