The familiar face reappeared in front of me. When tears fell from the corners of my eyes, I realized that they were still hot. I can't open my closed eyes, I just don't want to look at you again. At that moment of heartache, I still let go of the thoughts that I keep recalling.
When the city is full of flowers, we meet again on the street corner, each holding the hand of the person next to us, and we can smile back in the crowd.
In the days filled with the fragrance of flowers, the laughter that we didn't know each other for that year echoed in our youth.