On the first day she moved back to the old alley, the light in the window next door was on.
She opened the window, and the man was standing opposite, with the same facial features.
He is the moonlight of youth and the restraint of adulthood.
She thought they had missed it a long time ago, but later she found out——
He had secretly kept the old poetry book she had lost for ten years.
He didn't say that he liked her that day, but he kept hiding it between the lines.
He was always there, she just saw it later.
It's better to wait for the wind than to wait for you: slow warmth, pulling, looking back, and heartbeat - if we meet again, it's not to miss it, just to love it from the beginning
