Youth Under the Hibiscus Tree

Memories. That year. Banyan tree. Fingertips are warm. Shadows and sunlight. Flying chalk crumbs. A stubborn and willful child. Purposeless approach. Helpless and genuine concern. A smile with a warm glow like porcelain. Everything is just the end before it begins. We may fall in love with many people in our life, or we may like several people at the same time, and we may never forget some people, but in the end, there is only one person who decides to be together and hold hands until we grow old, and that one person is enough.