In the summer of that year, misunderstandings quietly arose between them, and eventually ended with one person leaving...
In the third year, they met again because of the sycamore tree that year.
You stand under the third sycamore tree,
Picked up my fallen school badge.
When the wind blows by, the whole leaf turns red——
Like that "good morning" you didn't say.
We have counted a thousand and one leaves,
When the thousand and one pieces fall,
You suddenly let go of my hand:
"Yubi, your schoolbag is unzipped."
Later, every sycamore tree grew out of your outline,
On the platform, by the classroom window,
Even when I clenched
In that unsent movie ticket stub.
Tonight I dug up the soil at South Station,
Soda bottles are covered with starry fingerprints.
And on the back of the label, you wrote in pencil:
"I'll tell you when the sycamore tree is taller."
The angle of the tree's shadow is exactly the same as the angle our shoulders were crossed back then.
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