Who could have known that many years later, I would be standing on a busy street in Italy, wandering aimlessly with my college friends, but my friend's sudden words would make me laugh.
She said: "You worry, what was your first love like??"
I smiled and changed the subject, but whenever I recalled the so-called past and what I wanted to say, I would always be submerged in my dreams. Those days when I was young and could never start again, but there were never any tears or nostalgia.
First love, how beautiful it is, those initial youthful feelings, the secret love for the boy covered in light. Unlike Kyoko, the initial appearance of that boy left her with a distance that was even more difficult to reach than light.
Young man, you must not know that I have always liked you...