(Warning: angst and heartbreak ahead!)
Looking at the two children, Zhang Ke and Junko both felt a strange familiarity, as if they had experienced this before.
It was a long-buried memory.
An old photograph, covered in dust and tucked away in a corner.
She remembered herself at nineteen, crouched in a corner and crying, twenty-four years ago.
Thank you. In the best years of my life, we shared a love so beautiful it transcended nations, ethnicities, and historical grievances.
She remembered him handing her a tissue to wipe away her tears.
Where are you now?
The youth we shared, those days we spent together, are gone forever.
But there will always be someone in our youth.
And as for us, we will never meet again.
