There was a time that I was completely happy and foolishly immature. Our parting day was unforgotten to me, looking back from the ship seeing his car stayed there, on the port until seeing no more. I might not see him, but I know he was there, in the car waiting to see me left and never turn back. My seventeen years old self was really imprudent, letting him go was like tearing my own skin yet even I stayed at the that time I could not change anything, he had to ta

Because we were born in different place then our destiny is not the same yet sometimes fate let us leap to one another by a limit time then break us away, we don't know when we will meet again, but I wish that the time we stayed together will be a good memory to you.

Age is just a number or that's what people say, but actually I secretly curse why wouldn't I born earlier than this? Why do I have to meet her in such a short period then being apart? Why do I always have the regret for not be able to confess my hidden love to her? Will I meet her again, that noona?