It's you,
who came back for me after that time I got left behind on the subway.
It's you,
and that tiring walk up the snowy hill, and then feeling incredibly relieved when we reached the top.
It's you,
and that time you held my hand because I was scared of the ride.
It's you,
and the many things you told me about the Han river.
It's you,
and your curly hair under that green bonnet you always wore.
It's you,
who always looked out for me, and for everybody as well.
It's you I cannot forget.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
It's you,
who came back for me after that time I got left behind on the subway.
It's you,
and that tiring walk up the snowy hill, and then feeling incredibly relieved when we reached the top.
It's you,
and that time you held my hand because I was scared of the ride.
It's you,
and the many things you told me about the Han river.
It's you,
and your curly hair under that green bonnet you always wore.
It's you,
who always looked out for me, and for everybody as well.
It's you I cannot forget.
