So many years since I left.
The wind filtered in through the cracks in the window. The biting warmth evokes the rheumatism hidden in my bones. I think this is probably the only evidence you have left for me that you have passed through my life.
As promised at the beginning, go to Provence to see your beloved lavender. You once told me that purple is the most innocent and romantic color in the world.
I also went to places I like, ancient cities big and small. I love everything that is retro and nostalgic. But I have never been to the roof where we lived together, because the stories about it are too innocent.
I have seen so many people wearing cheongsam, but none of them have been as unforgettable as you. ． ． ． ． ．