Have you ever had such a memory?
There is such a proud and persistent back figure in your memory. At a moment when you secretly watched him at the corner of the flower bed, he turned around and looked back at you with a bright smile. Slowly, the fog came up, like the water stains that cannot be erased on an old white photo, gradually, gradually, blurring the smiling face of the young man on the other side.
Boy on the other side, how are you?