In this world where love is a gifted sign gradually accepted by the fragile heart, love itself is a power, a blessing in all its glory. Because love brings the beauty of the ripest fruit and brings with it the whispers of shining eves. Yet, in such a delicate world, love itself is often a curse; thorns that prick the careless skin left bare by the impurity of the world. The ripe fruit will definitely turn sour and become unpalatable if indulged. Love itself will perish and its budding will come to an unsatisfactory end. But should love really be allowed to become futility? A hopeless squeeze that touches the weak and the poor? This is the story of an eternal love, of a world created just for the two of them; The girl who wandered in the forest and the woodcutter who fell in love. A love so superior that even reality itself is surpassed. 'Dear beloved, I can no longer hide my love from you. As you open this letter, I will reveal to you the gift you have desired since you stepped foot into my dreams. For a girl who has ventured into such a deserted forest, I will create the perfect tree to remind you of your perfection within the forest. Your beauty overturns the very world you step into. So I will create a world capable of suppressing your beauty, so you will no longer feel alone.' Within the outskirts of an old village, a forest stood tall. At first glance the forest itself appeared bleak; Humanity dwarfed and the towering trees seemed to imprison the natural order within the forest. Yet such a first glance should not be trusted, as sounds similar to the clicks and rattles of animals waiting to find a succulent feast would be projected among the ferns. The chirping of birds ignited the morning awakening and again the heart of the paper. If you get lost again, I won't be there to find you.' The boy watched the girl, waiting for her to take the first step where she belongs. But the girl was hesitant. He seemed reluctant to take the first step. "Hurry up, before the night turns the world into a scary place." "No." The girl began to cry. “I have to find a nice tree so mommy will recover.” If I don't find one, Mom won't get any better. So I can't go." The boy struggled to understand the meaning of the girl's words. Why should a beautiful tree help his mother feel better again? Yet her tears were genuine and her sobs burned the boy's heart. 'I can't worry. I'll find you a nice tree for your mother! So don't go back to the woods, okay? The girls' whining stopped. Finally he looked at the strange boy and smiled. 'Thank you.’