Although later on, I finally understood the weight of a promise and dared not make light of vows again, I am still grateful to that little me for making the promise you needed, the commitment I made to you.
Because of this promise, I finally found the lost you.
If life could start over, at what age would you want to return?
He asked her.
Let's not go back; everything that's happened now is good. I don't want anything to change.
She still answered like this.
What if you had to go back?
He asked her again.
Hmm… four years old, I suppose.
She thought seriously.
Because…
I still want to meet you.
Meet you at the beginning.
And hear again the promise you made under the rain on that beautiful starlit night.
Beautiful, worthy of being cherished for a lifetime.
Thank you for still being by my side, not far away, waiting for me to grasp your palm tightly...
