Vermilion Kiss

A Kiss of Vermilion In early autumn, the breeze stirred the camphor trees. A fleeting glance at the bulletin board, and an unforgettable figure took root in my heart. That quiet, serene person in the crowd became the secret I kept in my eyes. Without a word, we gazed at each other from afar, and our youthful feelings slowly took root in the course of our days together. From secretly admiring each other across the halls of our youthful school days to sharing every day in the years that followed, that breathtaking first glance blossomed into enduring devotion. This vermilion mole in my eyes is the flutter of our first meeting, and the tender promise of a lifetime spent by each other's side.