The year we met, he was fifteen and he was thirteen.
It's a mixture of sadness and joy. Nine years of love have grown wildly.
When we meet again, he is fixed at the age of twenty-seven, and he is lost at the age of twenty-five.
Falling into memories
The past morning and evening are proof that you and I love each other.
Intention: Gains and losses in the process of growing up, regrets or last resort.