"Sixty years have passed in the blink of an eye, you are still so young, while I have already turned into an old man. You always said you wanted to see what I would look like when I got old, now you can finally see it. I wonder if you're tired of looking already."
His fingertip tenderly brushed over the photo on the tombstone — the person in the picture looked very young, at most twenty years old. Smiling like a flower towards the camera, those eyes were bright and large, and the raised left hand seemed like it was greeting someone, so lively and vibrant, as if it could transport someone back in time to that moment.
On the way to school, the girl with the ponytail bounced ahead, occasionally turning back to urge him to hurry up, lest they be late for class.
At that time, he was fiddling with a newly acquired camera, and in the instant the girl turned around, the lens focused on that vibrant, radiant smile, capturing it forever with the camera.
