"The boy who is like the breeze will greet you in the sunshine.
He will slowly walk towards you and say to you:
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
How would you say "I like you"? You do not know.
You only know that he held you in his arms that day, and the chirping of cicadas in midsummer lingered in your ears.
Later the cicadas stopped chirping,
The boy's face gradually blurred and he couldn't remember clearly, but...
There is no more breeze in the world, no more youthful throbbing.
Second person, written with a sense of immersion
"Your" gender follows the reader
Purpose: The one who saves you from fire and water is always yourself