People say that time is the medicine that heals pain.
It's just that over the years, your wounds show no signs of healing. More than ten or twenty years have passed, and the image of his back remains in my mind.
The beautiful and thin face is printed on the yellowed old photo, looking forward with a half-smile.
"Hello, Lea"
Whispering, hot tears dripped down the outline, bursting out like a fountain.