The time is neither too long nor too short, just right.
My memory of you is not vague, but I have also learned to live a calm life.
If a friend mentions you now, ask me how I feel about you.
I might smile and touch my head, but I can't find it.
The immature feelings of youth, the painful and heartbreaking memories.
The days of crying with laughter and crying with laughter seem to be replayed at this moment like a movie.
But it seems like the protagonist of the story is not me.
I am like an audience, watching other people's joys, sorrows and joys and recalling my own youth and love.