Have you ever imagined a white empty paper without a drawing? Something blank. Maybe if you understand it, maybe filling it with love will help. But, What is Love? Something useful. What if we put too much, too dirty, too broken. And the pencil need to be sharpened all the time, what will happen. What happens if we go to deep. The paper breaks and leaves a hole. But can love itself mend it? Or it will end the life of once paper?