You are still the same person you were before, and I can no longer find the me you were before.

⒈Sitting alone on a swing in the park, recalling your warm smile.

The past is like a dream that I dare not touch and it hurts just thinking about it.

If one day you and I pass by, I will stop and stare...

Day after day. Waiting... there will be no result.

What I want...