The evening breeze carried the fragrance of milk from the bakery on the street, and he unconsciously rubbed the rim of the cup with his fingertips. He raised his eyes and saw the man standing in the shadow of the sycamore tree, his features and eyes still as gentle as those many years ago. There is no need to rush to talk about the thoughts that have passed through the years, just watch the streetlight fall on the other person's shoulder quietly, and the tiny spots of light are swaying, as if those missed days can be slowly made up for at this moment.
Intention: Reunion after breaking the mirror