That spring day, I met him on the train bound for Zhejiang. A literary and artistic activity brought us closer, and our two hearts got closer inadvertently. I thought it was a secret love in my youth, but when we parted, I discovered that his "baby" and unanswered confession had become a gap that I couldn't fill all spring. When the branches are in full bloom in spring, will we meet again?
Purpose: To tell about the ignorant heartbeats and regrets of adolescence, and to explore how to place unspoken love and gentle expectations for future reunion in uncertain encounters and separations.