"will i be able to hold your hands someday, wishing they would never let go?"
and the hours would feel complete when that day at last arrives, 24/7 my hand's in yours, the moment day fades into night. touching fingers, grazing skin, our life's a polaroid-- white and black, once our images, hearts and hands are captured, we can never go back.
to jane, and to her love for wonwoo. words can be photogenic too, i think it's more creative and personally better to imagine than just to see.
quoted are her words, and i just continued what i felt from there.
i think of this as a misty grayscale concept, of quiet, soft spoken words among loud, erratic heartbeats