I remember leaving at seventeen. It was a story from a long time ago. Gradually, I stopped understanding why, but I still often dreamed of her. Her face was blurry in my dreams, yet when I woke, it was so clear, etched into my heart. People say that if you dream about someone often, you'll soon forget them. I don't know why, but even now, I still remember her name and what she looked like so clearly. It feels as if we parted only yesterday. Yesterday brought the pain of parting; tonight brings sorrow and grief. Her life seems full of passersby, while in his life, there is only her.
Theme: Longing for the days of youth we once dreamed of
