All was golden when the Day met the Night

When two people living in two totally different worlds fall in love, would it be real?

Can someone love another who is completely out of reach? When distance and time unite against two hearts, can love conquer all boundaries? When one gives up, is all hope lost? When attraction withers, does love die with it? Love does not care about these superficial reasons. It waits, patiently, and fights for life.

When there is darkness, light can conquer it. Fire ceases to survive without air, and yet, it is this very air that can destroy it. But the things in this world should not be seen as opposites, rather, as complements to each other. One cannot survive without the other, one is meaningless without its pair.

Love shadowed by differences and obstacles is not love lost, but a kind of love worth fighting for.

Because beneath far mountains, even the Night and the Day - two contrasting bodies, two entirely different times - somehow meet at one point, sunset, which is, perhaps, the loveliest scenery one can ever see.