To love or not to love is your choice; and to wait is my choice.
The man's face has long been blurred with the passage of time, but every time I think of him, I can't forget the white shirt flying that year and the faint fragrance of gardenia in the wind.
What has time taken away? What have you left behind? What am I commemorating?
Everyone is just a passer-by in other people's lives. You passed by me and you will love me until the day you can no longer love me. That's enough. Maybe the sky is still gray, but I have experienced it and it is beautiful.