The Love I Thought I Knew

I never thought I'd start writing my memoirs at this age.

A few days ago, memories came back to me, and I realized that some of the details were already beginning to fade. I can't put it off any longer, so I picked up my pen and wrote them down.

Let me record the lakeside beneath the moon, the raindrops pattering on the umbrella, and the rising sun slowly tearing open the night sky.

That's all.