A long time later, when I met him again on the busy street, my voice was still hoarse and I couldn't say a word. In fact, I wanted to say superficial words like "I'm sorry" or "Forgive me" to him, but I tried hard for a long time and still couldn't say it, and he didn't give me a chance.
He just let the girl beside him support him and passed me by, as if I was an insignificant stranger, his steps were so hurried, so hurried.
He is still so unwilling to have anything to do with me.
I think of some people I have met over the years, and the memories pass through my mind like a fleeting moment. They have all lingered in my dazzling life, and they all left me when I was most helpless. I suddenly wanted to go back to the past, and I wanted to look at those eyes full of sunshine again.