To this day, I still don't know who the figure is lurking in my memory.
She would pat me on the head playfully: "Why are you so naughty?"
She would warm me when I was frustrated: "Actually, you are very good."
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What is misplaced is space or time
No way of knowing.
Nowadays, I rarely think of the time when I was seventeen.
I just want to know,
My dear, where are you wandering tonight?
Good night baby