The boy who smelled of orange and the boy who smelled of pine and snow once stood side by side under the umbrella, hiding timidity and warmth in each other's breath. But the reality is like a cold rain. They are too timid and even a word of reluctance is silenced. The college entrance examination is like a silent knife, cutting off the road. Four years of divergent paths between the north and the south make it difficult to reconcile. We met by chance many years later, separated by crowds of people and lights, there was only a dull pain in my heart as I passed by.
Pines and snow return to the mountains, oranges fade into the dust - this is a miss that is so quiet that it lasts to the bone, turning youth into a winter that will never be seen again.
Intention: Regret
