The wind in September carried the remaining warmth of late summer, and the first heat hit my eyes. We slowly became familiar with each other in the light autumn, walked side by side through the deep winter when the cold fog was rolling in, stepped through the early spring when everything revived, and survived the noisy midsummer of cicadas.
This is a passionate heartbeat that spans two cold winter seasons. I put my sincere thoughts into the pen and ink, and wrote about the shyness when we first met in October, the tossing and turning of the ambiguous pull of the winter night, and the unreserved rush and determination when I fell in love. I thought that after surviving the cold winter, we would be able to enjoy the warm spring and blooming flowers together in the coming year, but unexpectedly, the story ended at the end of the second deep winter.
It turns out that some love grows with the seasons, but after all it cannot withstand the torrent of time. This is an exclusive story between me and him, a youthful regret that began in early autumn and ended in late winter.
Purpose: To record youth love through personal experience, describe the purity and fragility of young heart, and explore the helplessness of growth and reality through regret.