When we were just a child, we met under the red maple tree. You smiled at me who didn't have any friends. You were the only one who talked to me. We played for hours until the time we must parted. We promised each other to meet again under the same maple tree next year.

A few years had passed after that time. I moved to America with my parents. Sadly, I hadn't had any chance to tell the girl before I moved. I had always thought about her. My first friend. After I had moved, I got other friends. But my mind was still thinking about you. Then I grew up and forget the little past I had. Until I came back to South Korea for my job.