The kite of my childhood has disappeared into the wilderness of time, and the faces of my playmates gradually become blurred in my memory. When I turn around, before I have time to say goodbye, I am already at the end of the world.
Ten is a magical number that is promised to remain unchanged forever. However, we are still being changed little by little. Ten years is enough to turn an innocent child into an adult who is beginning to understand the world.
If we meet, do you really remember who I am? Are you really still the same person I remember?
If time could stop, I hope it would stay on that green grassland and we could fly kites together for a lifetime.