That year, you walked slowly in front and I followed quietly.
That year, you were sitting there reading quietly, and I covered it with the book until you came over and said, "Classmate, the book has been taken down. If you don't need it, can you give me this book?"
That year, you were on the stage, holding that black guitar, "There are times when we get together and leave, and nothing will last forever..."
That year, you transferred to another school, and I started studying again.
Su Jing, maybe you will never know that there was once a girl like that. She would look at you secretly, not far away, quietly admiring everything about you. Maybe you don't even know who she is. But who knows?
Will it be that many years later, a girl like me will appear next to you again, quietly waiting for you, the child loved by God...
That spring, that summer, that autumn, that winter, in those years, he could always miss her figure in the vast sea of people. It's just that time has staggered everything.
Those years, the wind and rain we missed, those years, the time we missed...