June 19th.
The day you left suddenly.
Starting from this day seven years ago, I started wandering from one city to another, trying to find my lost treasure.
Every year on this day I put a scratch on my watch strap. That's the only gift you gave me.
If the watch strap breaks one day, I will decide not to look for you again. I said this to myself.
But why do I use the smallest effort and leave the shallowest mark every year, just to keep your deepest imprint in my heart?
Conception: