Just like before
Clouds that stop for half a day
and a face
suddenly turn red
Just like that day
Water condensed in the middle of the river
and a pair of eyes
getting colder
Just like every year in the past
Autumn coolness spreads to every street
Stopped at every window sill
Tangled up in every string
Just
I am no longer the one in the white skirt
master
Neither are you
The one watching the wind on the embankment
sad boy
--Zashiram Dodo
Jiang Chen gently closed the book and lowered his eyes. There is no longer a white dress. There is no more young Ai Qing. Maybe I should have let go a long time ago. Maybe I shouldn't have met. It's just Ai Qing that I don't regret. Even if it's a lifetime of pain, I won't regret it. As long as Ai Qing, you are happy, even if we never meet again... We never meet again.
--Ai Qing, missing. Love, missing