The wind that year was very gentle, blowing through the playground, through the corridors, and through my thoughts that I had hidden for three whole years.
I wrote his name all over the draft paper, and only dared to look at him with my peripheral vision in the crowd. On graduation day, I clutched the letter I had not sent.
I thought the wind would confess my love for me, and summer would help me be brave,
But in the end, the wind stopped and the summer dispersed. We went our separate ways and never met again.
Later, I saw many scenes and heard many words of love,
But there has never been a heartbeat like that summer, clean and regretful.
It turns out that some of the things I like are destined to end up only on the lips and teeth, hidden by the years.
I only leave it for the rest of my life, and I feel slightly astringent when I think about it - I can't calm down.
Later, I often suddenly lost consciousness on windy evenings.
I always feel that the wind is still filled with the chirping of cicadas from that year's playground, the smell of chalk dust, and the side profile of his face that shook my heart when he turned around.
I loved him without telling everyone, from school uniform to graduation, from noisy to silent.
There was no beginning, no farewell, not even the words "I used to like you" could be said.
Time has dispersed us in the crowd, and when we met again, there were others around him.
I smiled and said hello, but a voice in my heart said softly:
You see, the wind blew for a whole season that year,
After all, I still couldn't blow my thoughts into his ears.
The wind will stop, summer will end, and people will disperse.
Only the secret love that I didn't have time to express,
In the following years, whenever the wind happened, it would be gently stirred up again, and it would remain uneven for a long time.
Purpose: youthful inspiration