Hey, the first time we met that year was the childish fight, and we started a ten-year friendship, but today I think. . . . . .
Rui, I remember that day I took a piece of ham, and you, holding a handful of lollipops, catkins were floating in the sky, and the sun was incredibly bright. I wanted to be friends with you that day, although it was because I wanted to eat the candy in your hand. . . . . .