My dear, even though so much time has passed, I can still remember you clearly.
The curve of the corners of your mouth when you smile when you are happy.
When you are sad, you lower your head and lower your eyes.
When crying, the lips are clenched tightly by the teeth and are not allowed to make a sound.
Your favorite bohemian dress is being blown gently by the wind.
The sound of red leather shoes on the cement road.
Dear, I still remember you.
My you.