That day. Facing the sea. He said: "One day. I will come back."
That year. Face feelings. He said: "In this life, I can't let go of you the most."
That paragraph. Face the past. He said: "Even if it is in the past, it is still deeply engraved in my heart. I cannot forget it."
Still smoked the cigarette butt. Stomped hard. Turn around and leave.
But no one thought of it. This turn. That is forever.