I met the best her at the best age,
But when I was in my prime, how could I bear the summer in her eyes?
Later I became a quiet shade tree,
And people passing by always ask,
Why is this shadow,
With the password of the nineteen-year-old sunshine,
The heat wave she brought when she turned around,
Burn all my unspoken love words——
It turns out to be a little bright and will melt when you get close.
