The evening breeze on the plateau was too gentle that night. He stood in the sea of people and smiled at me, and I lost the entire summer.
It was just a chance meeting, we just exchanged a few words, and he just helped us take a family photo. But when I looked at the video on my phone over and over again, I realized that the young man with crooked eyebrows in the crowd had quietly settled in my heart from the first scene.
Tarot cards tell me that they are reversed, misplaced, and have no solution. But I still stubbornly draw cards again and again, trying to find an exception that goes both ways from the nihilistic probability.
He has his plateau and mountains, and I have my small town in the south of the Yangtze River. If two intersecting lines are missed, they will only go further and further away.
But the song "Fly" is still on the playlist. But after that summer, I looked back countless times at night.
Some people meet, not to stay together, but to become the moon that you can see when you look up in a certain period of confusion.
But he didn't know that his casual photo would be the tenderest thought of my entire youth.
The mountains are high and the road is far, we will never see each other again. But the boy in the evening breeze will always be alive.
Intention: Some people are not meant to be together when you meet them.