I met you in April 2019. It was the month when cherry blossoms bloomed abundantly, and along with those flowers, you entered my heart. Seeing your smile brightens my soul.

When you laugh, you sometimes become child-like, or at times, like an angel. You always seem fresh, yet there is a demureness about you. Having lived in England for about two years, you are fluent in English. You often shared English songs with me. When you sing, my sadness vanishes. You are the queen of my small world because I hear nothing but the words that come from your mouth. Thanks to you, my dreams grow bigger. You are my morning sun, my silk-like butterfly, my lighthouse, my gentle breeze, my soul, my angel.

You always reside in the left side of my chest, so even if we are separated, I can never erase you or forget you. My heart aches when you are away. Yet, I cannot come to dislike you because you are my first love.