He was the cherry blossom of that year, hidden deep in the depths of my memory, and I couldn't tell him my love for him. Because he is so fragile, a breeze is enough to make him wither. Everyone knew that I loved him, and he probably knew it too, but we never told him. I was afraid that he would disappear from my world if I told him, and he probably didn't want to see my tears. We met at the most beautiful age and said goodbye at the most beautiful age. He was always straightforward. If there is an afterlife, I want to turn into the sky and be with him all the time, watching him grow, watching him smile, watching him talk to his lover...
I will never forget you, with a smile as bright as the sun, and said in pure Chinese: "Do you know? The pronunciation of 'Solan' means sky in Japan, and I like the sky best."