She met him in the summer when she was eighteen.
His dark green eyes in the backlight were breathtaking. The smell of him is light and refreshing like mint, so familiar...
The door of memory slowly opens, time reverses, but the memory is so ambiguous.
If there was a previous life, who was she to him?
And who is she to him in this life?
She was confused and struggling.
Perhaps it is better not to see each other than not to see each other, just because in the past life and this life, we are on both sides of the bank, forever separated by a river.