C286 Same Kind of Person

As for the young her, she who had no experience of emotions, always thought that love was such a simple matter. It could be said that love was love and let it go whenever it was said. Unbeknownst to me, love comes to be a bone-biting poison. It goes deep into the marrow of one's bones, and when one is unaware of it, it is set up in one's body, in one's heart, in one's mind