Ginkgo leaves fall. That's nature, and they'll grow again next year. But we never met again. That was a choice people made. When some people drift apart, you truly never see them again.
We met in autumn and parted in autumn. Those years in between were the best of his life.
And of many others, too.
If you ever met someone on a ginkgo-lined road in autumn, if you ever split a bowl of noodles with her to save a few coins, if you ever fell asleep late at night listening to her breathe over the phone, you'll love this story.
And if you haven't experienced that yet, you should read it all the more.
Theme: The bittersweet regrets of campus romance and memories of first love
