In the Mirror

When she was seventeen, she asked me in the cafeteria: "What are you looking at?" When she was twenty-seven, she asked me under the fireworks: "How many years have you been thinking about this?" I said, "Ten years." We thought that after ten years of waiting, we were finally at the end. Little did I know that was just the beginning. He killed my body in three minutes, But trapped my soul in her body. From then on, I have to meet her again every day, Say goodbye to her again. Use her eyes.