Remember that girl? The girl gently stroking her hair in the sunshine, her profile is eternally beautiful in the light and shadow.
I want to make a cup of hot tea and slowly tell the story of a boy's first love and all the fantasies of youth. It was a time that only belonged to that clear glass sky. She's dazzling, and maybe you, like me, were once just a Mole boy—the kind of animal that huddles in the dark, unable to see the light, and dies violently after being exposed to the sun for a few hours. I could never get out of that corner, couldn't get in front of her, I could only watch secretly. But I can never walk in the sunshine with her.
