Ten years ago, a quick glance made us draw a shallow trace in each other's lives, so shallow that it would scab and heal before it even bled. It makes me want to hold on to the last person I let go, and makes me wander aimlessly in the light rain or under the moon for countless nights.
Regarding you, I have imagined that we will meet again countless times, maybe in a store or in a movie theater or on a busy street. If I meet you, I may be too excited to say a word. After all, it seems that I haven't changed much in ten years, and I still like you to the end.
Maybe in another ten years, we will all be forgotten.
Intention: If you keep it in mind, there will be a response.