At the purest age, when I thought I was ignorant, I was no longer willing to ask for the answer I once attached to. Who would have known that when you returned to my class again, you would already be a handsome boy of 1.75 Meters, and we got to know each other again... Two years, a wonderful two years.
Later, due to misunderstandings, I ended up silently guarding your window sill in midsummer. Every time the curtains were opened or opened, or the lights turned dark and bright at night, I could tell whether you were at home. Do you also know that there is me outside the window still waiting?