After arguing with my wife, I decided to leave her and move to my countryside house. I needed to be alone, because a quarrel inevitably breeds sadness. But it was precisely sadness that made me realize how lonely I am without her.
If only I had known that I would happen to meet the one who was surprisingly like her. If only I could have foreseen where it would all lead. If only I had understood that by every September I always had a flower. And what could those flowers be for September…