She still remembered how he looked every time she saw him.
Dressed in white, with long flowing hair, he moves in a romantic manner, and his every move has the charm of a romantic young man.
Still remember what he said to her.
He said: "Girl, are you a fairy?"
On that day, the butterfly-like fallen leaves of August had already turned yellow, and the old cherry blossom trees had long passed their flowering period.
He smiled, smiled, and suddenly, the world changed.