I once met a young man,
He wears a silver earring on his left ear.
There are stars in your eyes when you smile.
He taught me not to be so sensible,
Teach me that you don't have to be perfect to be loved,
Teach me that I am worthy of being loved well.
But later,
The wind blew him away,
It also blew away my seventeen years old.
Some people say that youth is meant to be missed.
But I still think,
If I had been braver that day,
If he hadn't left that day,
Will our ending be different?
The late summer wind is still blowing,
It's just that it can't blow around me anymore.
Intention: unknown