The boy in my memory always stood against the light, and the darkness in the dim room blurred the boundaries of his outline, as if he had been integrated into it.
He comes, drinks a glass of wine, and laughs about his dreams
Then she opened the door
The dazzling sunlight came in through the crack in the door. He put on his hat and the light came in along the side of his face.
This is the first him
That young man who traveled far away was my first ideal hometown