Do you still remember the sky when you were sixteen?
Large floating clouds flow slowly over the city, and the setting sun takes away the morning light of the day.
Have you ever seen a city at five in the morning?
Golden warm light rises from a distance, and the silent tall buildings fade away and become full of glory.
Do you still think of me when I was sixteen?
I woke up from a drowsy class, with the heat in my arms still lingering on my cheeks.
If I said that I could remember every sunrise and sunset when I was sixteen, would you believe it?
If I said that I witnessed the city at five o'clock in the morning every day, would you believe it?
If I say that I still remember you when you were sixteen, with smiling eyes and fluttering white clothes, would you believe it?