Time has finally passed. Finally stayed away from the boy. Waiting will eventually become a foolish look, showing all the vicissitudes of life. We can never predict what we will become in a few years, and on which street we will meet again, or never see each other again. Perhaps, the eternal memory is already a beautiful ending, so there is no need to meet again. That flashy and gorgeous street has collected too many negatives of time, and then turned into old private wine. Occasionally pass by and share all the related beauty. The season is near, but you are far away. Suddenly I want to ask, if I spend a lifetime waiting, will I be able to wait for you?