I miss you, or you are all in my mind. How should I control my brain? After all, without your permission, you should not appear in my mind so rudely. I'm sorry, madam, I shouldn't miss you so uneasily, and have tears rolling in my eyes so unsatisfactorily. This is already the tenth year, but your figure still stays at the moment we met. How can we count it as an acquaintance? At that time, you and I can only be regarded as encounters by chance. You never even really knew me, or what you knew at that time was not all of me.
Your unsmiling attitude is the best medicine for me to save myself. Your appearance always appears in my mind, with clear outlines, so delicate and soft under the sunset.
Intention: Others look at me with a smile