When I first met you when I was 16, you slowly walked into my heart and refused to come out.
When I was 18 years old, after graduation, I finally plucked up the courage to confess to you, but you told me that you drank too much. Just turned around and left.
When you were 23 years old, you wanted to go abroad after graduation. I confessed to you again, but you sighed and said, it's very late, go back and rest early. Leave your back to me again.
Now, I am 26 years old. Ten years have passed and I still like you...