The sunlight resembles you

Prologue.

The Sunshine Resembles You Prologue.

Some seasons are remembered because of one person.

That season was like that for me too.

That spring, the sunlight was unusually warm, and the breeze blowing through the classroom window gently touched someone's hair and then reached my heart.

The sunlight seemed to capture your image.

The days when I didn't say anything, but looked at you every day, waited for you, and called your name thousands of times in my heart.

The person I loved back then was you, sitting in a sun-drenched classroom, looking out the same window every day.

During my school days, when I was 18, the other names for that spring were all you.