"The wind blows and the rain turns into flowers, but time cannot catch up with the white horse. Are you still holding on to the dream words in your young hands? The clouds turn into summer, and the tears are evaporated by the years. Are you, me, or him on this road, who is lost?... We promised not to separate, to always be together..." I sat on the bed in the dormitory, gnawing bread, listening to the time boiling rain played in the school, and tears flowed down like this. Why are you crying? What I am crying about is the lost time and my lost grandfather.
I am 18 years old this year and have started my new life. It seems that I am getting further and further away from my dream, and I miss my grandpa more and more.
In this way, grandpa left us, but it seemed as if he had never left. Always in my heart and by my side. I will always remember the crows in the sky at dusk on the day my grandfather left. I will always remember it; I will always remember it.
Later, I met someone who made me warm, happy, cry, miss, and fall in love, and the story began again.
Intention: Confidence and beauty