The white note from that year was like the cold air in the cold winter morning. As I breathed, I became familiar with every vein in my body.
Who walked out of the cold mist, smiled and discovered the secret in the girl's heart at the top of the stairs.
"I thought I would always like you, just like I thought the difficult senior year of high school would never pass. When did those painful mornings and nights of waiting for your response end?"
I will soon forget the deep love you gave me.
Just like forgetting every bright morning.