My story begins with the look at each other at dusk that day.
The young man in his memory had yellowish skin with a hint of white, a youthful air about him, and a sense of vicissitudes of life. His eyes were dim, and his hair was broken and stranded in front of his forehead. The young man is so radiant, wanton but not ostentatious.
He is the eternal light in my humble youth.
Intention: Love that never ends