When you were young, your hair was stained with a little sweat, and your facial features were blurred against the sunlight. Your clear voice became a reliance that I could no longer miss in my childhood.
In the days when you left, I experienced a lot, loved a lot, and gave up a lot.
But after going around and around, I thought I could change, but I didn't expect that I was still myself, the fragile and sensitive self who was vulnerable.
This is me, if you meet me like this again, will you still fall in love with me?