No need to look back, your footprints will remember for you that we once crushed the same moonlight side by side. What the suitcase can't fit in is the note you left in my notebook. There are unspoken "frequent contacts" between the lines. The wind on the platform will blow away the warmth of the hug, but it will not blow away the number of stars we have counted together. Wherever you go, new stories will grow, and here, I will always keep your favorite tea, warm on the fire.
Farewell is not the end, but gives shape to longing - for example, when I pass by the bookstore you often go to, I will subconsciously pick up two books. The railway tracks will be extended, but our laughter will not fade, just like spring flowers, they will bloom in the same place next year after they fade. When you said "see you later", I didn't dare to say "actually I can't bear to leave", for fear that tears would fall on your suitcase and dampen the courage to set off. On rainy days in the future, no one will grab my umbrella, but I will remember the way you always tilted the umbrella towards me. Distance will make you miss fermentation. Just like the plum wine we brewed together, the longer it takes, the sweeter it will be.
There is no need to agree on a date for reunion. Real friends are like the Big Dipper. Even if they cannot see each other, they know that they are shining in each other's orbit. The day you left, I put the photo we took into the frame. When the sun shone in, you seemed to be smiling at me in the photo. The world is so big, so big that we have to go our separate ways; but the world is so small, so small that just "I miss you" can reduce the distance into paper. I didn't cry when I said goodbye because I knew that what you took away was not only your luggage, but also the half piece of candy I gave you, and the sweetness would follow you.
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