Everything was black and white except the girl.
So I blew the balloon with my love bigger and bigger.
Because I believed bigger balloon would show bigger love.
But my balloon popped up because it was too big.
After first love my second love came to me.
At this time I decided to blow a balloon very little because I was afraid that it would be popped up again.
But the balloon dropped to the ground and popped up because there was enough air in it.
Now I am still thinking how big balloon will be appropriate.
Any advice?
Kyongtaek: This is an interesting metaphor, and a suitable one for young love. How much is too much, and how little is too little? I think that when you meet the right person, however much air your balloon has is enough.
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