Five months had now passed since thay first met. They had so many plans for the future due to Tom's insistence against Marie's reluctance. Their love, however, blossomed like a red rose, though she still asserted never to bring her flowers. Their entangled lives now was as bright as the colors on a canvas and as witty as the words of a poem. Poetry and painting coexisted with their philosophies in life as a background.

One day while they were savoring the orange hue of the twilight at their usual meeting place, Marie poured out her thoughts. "What if death parts us . . ."

"Nothing can part us," Tom said, then decided not to talk about it any further.

"I love living in this competitive world."

"Then keep on living and loving."