When I was young, my heartbeat was always as light as a gust of wind.
You are still the girl with fair skin and eyes that turn into crescent moons when you smile. Standing under the summer sun, you are so clean that no one dares to approach you easily.
We passed each other in the corridor, wrote our obscure thoughts in our homework books, and walked together silently on the way to school, but we were always one step short of courage.
The unspoken love, the hand that I didn't dare to hold, were quietly hidden in time by class division, distance, and youthful timidity.
I thought it was just a period of youth that ended without any illness, and that there would be no more intersections in the vast sea of people in the future.
It wasn't until many years later, on an ordinary street corner, among people passing by, that I recognized you at a glance.
The youthful youthfulness has faded away, but you are still gentle and smiling, and your eyebrows are still the same as before.
The heartbeat suddenly stopped, and all the dust-laden memories came rushing back in an instant.
It turns out that some likes never really disappear, they just wait quietly over the years.
The words I couldn't say when I was young, the approach I couldn't complete,
This time, I don't want to miss it again.
Intention: Missing is not the end, reunion is the answer.