Two years ago, on the day I first met you, I was someone who believed completely that all the seasons in the world were beautiful while my long hair fluttered in the wind. I didn't know that liking someone was something that stayed in the heart for so long, or that endless waiting would slowly shape me into a different person. I believed everything would be okay as time passed. So I cut my hair short, and practiced how to smile again. But it's strange, isn't it? The only thing that changed was my unfamiliar reflection in the mirror; that fluttering heart that first looked at you is still staying in that spring day. Today, I'm walking to meet you while pretending everything is fine. Will the day ever come when I can smile clearly and brightly again, just like I did back then?