In my world, the wind had no shape until that day, when it lifted your hair.
You walked toward me in the sunlight, and in my world, the wind took shape.
I still vaguely remember writing "I like you" in my diary that year. Unfortunately, I never told you...
Fortunately, I finally got to tell you to your face.
I wanted to keep telling you "I love you" for the rest of my life, but you have already gone far away from me.
May you go wherever you wish, while I tell you again and again:
I love you.
Theme: Love can endure the long years, but it cannot overcome the uncertainty of life and death. The most painful thing isn't being separated by death. It's having to write your ending with my own hands.
It seems that I made several typos. . I'll improve it later!