The story of time is still there.

Our childhood is still there.

Can't you think of it under the banyan tree?

The butterfly flew away and refused to come back

The rainy season of seventeen is still there.

Those memories are still there.

There are kites hovering on the horizon.

When will you take back the line?

Finally, one day.

Become annoying

Not just being seen (beaten)

Feel that nothing is pleasing to the eye

Past events are like clouds.

But refused to leave.

I'm starting to miss that part.

The time between you and me is very short.

Thinking of you makes me no longer afraid that we will grow together.

Think of me. . .