"When I am gone you will be as young as yesterday,
I will finally wait for that day,
The sun will be slightly warm, and the shadows of the trees will be mottled,
Waiting at the intersection, saying there is me under the clouds,
I will still remember your appearance at that time,
You will always be me in my writing."
Purpose: I would like to use my own experience to write a story that heals and improves myself.