In the fall of my first year of high school, when the luan tree was bearing fruit, I saw a man on the playground.
At that glance, I knew what love at first sight was.
It took me a week to find his name, and another year to confirm one thing - it's not that he doesn't like people, he just doesn't like me.
In the autumn of my second year of high school, the luan tree bore fruit again.
I chose the art classroom and he chose the music classroom. He walked towards her back, I remembered it for many years.
Later I often wondered if the ending would be different if the order was changed.
But there are no ifs in youth. Only missed.
Intention: I saw the light, the light did not see me