The streets are still there, the birch trees are still there, but her bright smile is missing, and his careless raising of his head is missing. His emotions are as vague as those that have passed away. After the baptism of time, will they still be as unbridled as their childhood laughter?
I lowered my head and sighed silently, and suddenly I felt that my face, which had been washed by the pounding rain, looked so old. Maybe time would really make things change.