(Youth sadistic novel, single heroine, the most affectionate dog licker, with a knife) Novels are always extraordinarily kind, always allowing those who have missed it to go around and meet again. But the reality is not like this. People who say goodbye will really never be seen again.
You once told me that as long as people are alive, we will definitely meet again. At that time, I firmly believed in your words. It wasn't until later that I realized that missing something is a lifetime.
My biggest regret is probably that I met the person I wanted to love the most at an age when I least understood love. So much so that in the days that followed, I never seriously loved anyone else again.
How lucky I was to have you in my youth, and we shared the same summer with the noisy cicadas. The time I spent with you was only two years, but it took me four full years to continue this love. It turns out that the reality is really like this. Even if I like you for four or five years, it will be useless after all. Loving someone can never be supported by one-sided affection. Only love that goes both ways counts.
For someone who doesn't love you, no matter how much you do, it won't warm her heart; for someone who loves you, even if you make mistakes occasionally, they will stay by your side unswervingly.
Later, your shadow was everywhere in my world, but I never saw you in person again. It's a pity that my literary talent is poor. Even if I type all twenty-six letters on the keyboard, I can't describe your stunning appearance in my youth, nor can I describe the thrill of your sudden glance, nor can I express my deep longing for you.
But I have never regretted liking you.
This book is dedicated to my whistling youth, and to you who were as bright as the white moonlight in my youth.
