"Do you want to pledge yourself to me?"
The boy's face in his memory has become a little blurry when we first met him, but what remains unchanged is his eyes.
"In three years, I will kill you!"
Later they parted ways, and the young man only left these words.
His clear eyes were filled with anger, and his face was twisted into a ferocious look.
He vaguely remembers him replying, "Okay."
"I'll wait for you."
How did I know at that time that three years would be so long?
It has grown so long that it is difficult to measure the length of my longing.