Thinking of her, it is densely packed but blank, my heart is throbbing, not a word is mentioned, but my mind is full of endless thoughts.
What do you like about her? I can't tell. Maybe it was the way the corners of my mouth raised unconsciously when I touched my phone and saw her dozens of unread messages in the early morning when I was half asleep; maybe it was the force that seemed fierce but actually light when she hit me on the shoulder with a smile after deliberately making her angry; maybe it was the nights when we were at the lowest point in our respective lives - she lost her love and I lost my loved one - we talked all night long across the screen to keep each other warm.
I searched for all the beautiful words to describe her. But after thinking about each word and writing a long paragraph, all I had to think of was the way her eyebrows curved and her eyes sparkled, and all the words seemed pale and feeble. They cannot describe the stars in her eyes, nor the sweetness in her voice, nor the unique spring breeze in the corners of her brows and eyes. No word can be as stunning as her.
Um? You ask me why I still miss her?
Because in my memory, she had received perfect marks without reservation.
Concept: Bai Yueguang