I looked at him, trying to get back the look of the smiling little general on his face. The smiling face in my memory had now turned into a face that was now kneeling on the ground and crying in embarrassment, with fine lines starting to form at the corners of his eyes.
Looking at him who had grown old, I leaned down to face his face with blurred eyes, and suddenly thought, it would be great if I could see that beautiful young man again.
I didn't know this delusion was yours. Still mine.
Concept: Why is love important? Enjoy the moment