Seven years is really a long time.
I still remember you looking up at me timidly with your dirty face.
I still remember that you stretched out your hand tremblingly and carefully held my index finger.
I still remember that I held your soft little hand and walked through the endless bustling, noisy and dimly lit streets.
I still remember that you stood bravely in front of me and spread your hands to protect my back.
I still remember that your face was full of tears but you still said bravely: "I don't feel any pain."
You promised me a lifetime of tenderness.
But I returned your lifetime of misery.
Please listen to me tell our unfinished story like you did seven years ago, hold my hand tightly, and walk with me through this street.