They walk around the forest, and return the bench under the Douglas fir.
Lunar: Have a seat.
Solar: Sure.
Lunar: Let's talk about your stories.
Solar: I have no stories. It's just day-to-day life. You wouldn't be interested in.
Lunar: Please do tell me. It's nice to keep talking with you. I haven't talked to anybody for centuries.
Solar: I can't imagine how bored is being grounded here for centuries.
Lunar: Actually, I'm not bored at all.
Solar: What? How could you possibly spend through centuries and face with the same sight around you everyday without getting bored?
Lunar: Last time I took a nap was almost five hundred years ago. At blink of eyes, it's been almost five hundred years, how fast time flies!
Solar: I get it. I get it. You wouldn't get bored at all, because you wouldn't waste your time on anything else, except sleeping.
Lunar: Do tell me a story. I'm getting a little bit bored right now.
Solar: All right. All right. I'm doing no good. And I have never been. Here I am with no accomplishment, no girlfriend and no special experience.
Lunar: I'd like to hear your story. Even your story is a terrible one.
Solar: Six years ago, I was a young man, who just stepped in college. In the first semester, I joined the track team, running in the campus after twilight; I formed a year book club, recording college events; I cared about classmates, writing birthday cards, preparing parties for friends.
Lunar: Joining in the track team, forming year book club, and writing birthday cards, they sound good, but what's the point of doing all these?
Solar: I didn't do these things with purpose, I did these things with interest. It turned out that everything I did made me the most popular gentleman in college. Joining in the track tream had given me fun and health; forming book club had given me friends and advanced writing skills; writing birthday cards had given me fame and friendships.
Lunar: You were the most popular gentleman in the college. I wonder why you haven't ever been in love yet?
Solar: Being liked and being loved are different. Love is much harder; it is much more bitter; it is much more complex. It is a cup of coffee without sugar too bitter; it is a book of Korean language too complex; it is a woman too gorgeous; it is a Latin epistle that I don't know how to make.
Lunar: Was there any girls interested in you?
Solar: I never realized there's any girls interested in me, until they lost interest in me, unless they told me, when they were interested in me. I read a Korean book, borrowed the book to a girl next to me, and the next night saw her with pretty makeup; I ran on the playground, and heard a girl cheered for me; I dined at the canteen, and met a girl who shared her breakfast with me.
Lunar: Why didn't you begin a relationship?
Solar: They were just being interested in me. Being interested in me and being in love with me are different. The girl who wore makeup for me, she might think I read Korean book, I must be sophisticated, but I'm not; the girl who cheered for me, she might desire flat with garden, luxurious car and fantastic life that I can't afford; the girl who shared her breakfast with me, she just broke up with her boyfriend, who's a member of year book club and a mate of mine.
Lunar: Did they have begin a relationship at the college?
Solar: I never heard of their relationships at the college.
Lunar: Was there any possibilities that they might waite for you?
Solar: I don't think so. I became popular no more, when I dismissed year book club, and only wrote birthday cards in the first month of each autumn semester for some friends. I dismissed year book club, because I didn't write college events anymore, when there's no college activities under the gray clouds of infectious virus; I only wrote birthday cards for some friends, because I guessed nobody would care; I became popular no more, because everybody started preparing for their future careers.
Lunar: Why didn't you pick up one of them, and begin a relationship?
Solar: If I was born in a low class family, I might be worried of my rank of inferiority and the future of uncertainty; if I was born in a middle class family, I might have no worries about the pursuit of happiness; if I was born in a high class family, I might be worried of family's expectation and my judgment.
Lunar: There's no doubts that why you haven't ever been in love yet. You worried too much. How could you possibly begin a relationship with any girls?
Solar: I could lay down all my worries, and begin a relationship with a girl, until anyone takes me out for a date, or offers me three words.
Lunar: It seemed that nobody took you out for a date, or offered you three words. Or else, you should have been in love with a girl by now.
Solar: Maybe I would have a date, when in another life I am a cat.
Lunar: What are their current situations? Do you still hear from them?
Solar: The girl who studied Korean, she shared an umbrella with her loved one last year; the girl who dreamed to live in her dream city, she went to work in her dream city for a year after graduation, and returned to teach with her friends; the girl who deleted my social contact, she disappeared from my life.
Lunar: Did you meet the other girls at the college?
Solar: I met the other three girls, but it's another story.
Lunar: Can you talk about them?
Solar: I'd rather not.
Lunar: Why not?
Solar: It's a secret. A secret shall always remain a secret.
Lunar: You just worried too much. I guess you would never begin a relationship with a girl, until anyone asks you for a date, or offers you three words, right?
Solar: I can't agree more.