"Do you still have an impression of me?"
"Yes"
"What impression?"
"Hmm... A little vague impression. It should be the first impression. There are no specific images, only words. It's like, you know the Russian matryoshka doll, I have hidden the memory about you in the innermost layer. I do remember it, but it is indeed blurry."
"What's the word?"
"Hmm... Let me think about it."
"Sunshine, handsome."
"Shining."
Yes, sparkling. Maybe it's you shining brightly in my heart, or maybe it's my youthful dreams shining brightly. Although it's a little pretentious and funny, it's true.
Concept: Youth; Growth; Memories