"Then I knew you before." This was the first thing he said.
But I can't remember where I met him.
"You have a bad memory," he said.
"Brother Rabbit!" I called him.
He hesitated for a while before turning around, tilting his head and asking, "Call me?"
I smiled and nodded.
"Why is it called that?" He asked.
"Because you have rabbit teeth... And you are as cute as a bunny..." My voice became smaller and smaller.
He came closer, leaned his head over, and said with a wicked smile, "What did you say?"
"I said, you're cute."
His smiling face is so beautiful in the sunshine. Mr. Rabbit, I really like you.
Intention: Boyhood