I peek at you in the crowded gap of time.
Your lively face when you smile in the sun, your face with a light frown when you are impatient, your face with a hint of astonishment when you are accidentally embarrassed... Scenes change, years go by, and you have been the unchanging belief in my boyhood for ten years.
I am familiar with the seven thousand expressions made up of the eighty muscles on your face, and I even began to imitate your expressions and tone of voice intentionally or unintentionally.
You were my first love. I didn't know how to express it at that time, so I could only burn everything related to you in my heart and reflect on it all the time.
Many years later, maybe the boy you once loved has become twilight in his mediocre life, and may even begin to be unable to remember your last name.
But I still can't forget you, and I haven't forgotten the pious and cautious feeling when I loved you when I was young.