When she was sixteen, she was always surrounded by a group of girls. They talked all over the world, even though she always kept a distance, listened with a smile, forgot indifferently, never participated in it, and will never forget her.
At the same age of sixteen, he was radiant and glorious. He could not be said to be a proud man, because he did not seem to be arrogant at all based on his talent. He is indifferent and picturesque, with a condescending and friendly smile on his lips, but people always notice his unconcealed alienation in an inadvertent moment.
Sixteen years old. First acquaintance. It is the attitude of looking up and looking down.
Her distance plus his distance stretched into countless slender threads.
I don't know who's wish will come true and who's love will eventually be fulfilled by time.
There are also people living in the same space and in different worlds, happy and unhappy. Cute, not cute. Everything, everything, woven by time, becomes a painting that stretches endlessly until the end of time and the other side of the fleeting time.