The beloved is carried away by the road far from the young man.
Devastated, deprived of the love of life, he is met by an old woman who sees in his palm that they were not destined to be together.
That comforts him, but also make him sad. Sadness leads him to alcohol, to a tavern.
One night, drunk in a delirium from alcohol, full of pain from grief for unfated love, he breaks empty glasses with his palms, cuts them all. Bleeds. His palms are bandaged.
Recovering from the injury, he recovers in spirit and stops drinking. One, beautiful, summer afternoon, it seems that he smells the beautiful scent of his beloved. Then he saw her, he thought he would risk his whole self despite fate, but the two of them fell in love easily and as if they were born for each other.
Finally, she was with him when they removed the bandages from his healed palms. They met the old woman again and, convinced of the power of their love, they jokingly let her look into the young man's palm again.
She told him that he had completely changed and that small new signs had woven the fate of his and her shared happiness.