I still remember the first time I saw you in front of the dining room window
The young man stood straight in front of the window and queued up to eat. The black hair on his forehead covered his eyes, but he didn't look sloppy. He was chatting with his friends about something unknown, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. Maybe it was this smile that moved me, or maybe it wasn't.
The boy's bright smile is imprinted in the deepest part of my mind
The whole article is based on my personal experience
Purpose: Write a novel for my three years