In high school,
The girl was silent and spoke little, keeping all her love for him deep in her heart.
Until graduation,
I don't have the courage to say "I like you".
Grown up,
I'll drive the big G to find you. Two years apart...
The woman's cheeks were pink, and her voice was soft but serious: "After the parent-teacher meeting that day, you straightened your back and sat on your father's three-bouncer without lowering your head. I felt that you were a man."
The man chuckled low in his throat, faced the woman, took out a cigarette box, knocked out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it. Smoke rings were blown out and lingered on the woman's face. With a bit of seriousness: "I'll show you what it means to be a man."
