Pain comes slowly and goes away slowly. All the sweetness and pain have disappeared without a trace after years of precipitation. I have forgotten how much love I had at that time and how painful the pain was. I just still vaguely remember that we loved and hurt at that time.
One Mid-Autumn Festival after the rain, Xiao Yiyang was sitting in the car and saw Xiao Yang standing by the lake. Even if it was just his back, she could tell it was him at a glance. "Xiao Yang, if I had a choice, I would not choose to meet you." Xiao Yiyang said these words to Xiao Yang's back, but there was no sound, only the shape of his mouth. Because that kind of love hurts too much.
The car passed quickly, bringing a breeze. Xiao Yang casually grabbed his hair that was blown by the wind, then lit a cigarette and smoked it repeatedly. He didn't remember how long he had been standing by the lake, but he seemed to see them running together again. "Yiyang, if I could, I would love to keep running with you."