You appeared in my seventeen-year-old life, filling my memories with a glimmer of light. I still vaguely remember the outline of your facial features, your magnetic voice, the memories you brought and took away, and those ignorant loves...
Have you ever had a secret love in your youth? Have you ever traced his profile with a pen? Have you ever fantasized about seeing him in the future? Have you ever shed tears of longing for him on your pillow? Do you remember such a person who gave you the most innocent and ignorant love and the most suffocating pain?