When I was seventeen, I met Jiang Wanqing
She broke into my dark youth like a beam of light. She was gentle and bright, but she hid a lot of pain and brokenness.
My heart beat out of control, but I kept pushing away because of cowardice
I was afraid of liking, being liked, and disturbing my life, so I hid all my tenderness in silence.
I thought this summer would be very long, so long that it felt like we would have countless tomorrows
Until she fell in front of me, she was always seventeen years old
I'm just crazy, trying to catch the only light in this darkness
Later I really "got" it,
It gave me a sweet dream that lasted for several years
In the dream, we reunited, fell in love, and made up for all the regrets. I thought I finally caught her.
Only when you wake up from the dream will you know,
That perfection was an illusion from beginning to end
She never grew up, never waited for me, was never saved by me
The cruelest thing in the world,
Not lost,
But I could have
Concept: An illusion spawned by regret, a period of irreparable youth. This article aims to reveal that some misses are the mark of a lifetime; some regrets are the shackles of the rest of life.