We were always close, and always at odds. The good thing was that we were always part of each other’s lives. The bad thing was that we were like stars at the North and South Poles, never appearing in the same sky at the same time.
I really do like you. In the winds that sweep the Northwest with sand, amid the crowds of Jiangnan, in the bitter northern winters, and in my heart, I have quietly loved you all along.
