"Meeting you for the first time is like returning from an old friend."
I groaned. Looking back at him is like looking at flowers in the mist.
His looming eyebrows, his star-like eyes, his lips that always have a smile...
I looked at him crazily.
And the next moment - everything was like leaves blown up by the wind, falling into the soil and disappearing.
I exclaimed, I ran in a hurry, I wanted to keep him.
An old friend knows you, but you don't know an old friend. Why?
I am still where I am, but you have already disappeared from my life.