See You Again

He was a teacher, she was his student four years later, he was still a teacher, she had become his colleague four years ago this already determined love rushed at them once more. When she saw her teacher again, she wrote in her diary: "I have never been so glad that I have grown up!" When he saw her four years later, the shortest thing he said was, "I'm old!" The love between teacher and student was humble. When she became his colleague, could this relationship be allowed to exist in the secular world? Teacher, is it a profession or a symbol? Is love a helpless abandonment or mutual support? What did she do when she faced feelings and career, students, education, censure, and choices? What did he choose? Can they ever play this rule of the frisbee?