How many girls wrote letters to the people they longed for when they were young.
Many years later, when she married someone else and even became a mother,
The fragrance of ink that I smell when reading the letters still makes people drunk.
It felt like traveling through a long time, and seeing the eternally dazzling sunset like a boy's cartoon.
And the day the pony-tailed girl dropped the letter into the mailbox.
She thought that every click of her handwriting would be spread out in front of the other person's eyes,
She couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.
The breeze that has dissipated the residual heat of the evening carries the full moisture in the summer air and blows the broken hair around the ears.
Dedicated to the military advisor and to myself who wrote the letter.
I have also expressed my feelings in writing for the people I long for.