A dream is like an old movie with faded colors. Those unforgettable stories and so many familiar figures. None of them had made an appointment with her. They were more like a group of naughty neighborhood kids who played a game called "accidental encounter" with her on a stormy night.
Who is the passerby on the white horse? Who is deeply embedded in her memory? Who has been with her for seven years and never got tired of it? Who met her in early autumn five years ago?
Who is the guy who likes to pay silently for her? Who has enjoyed her care? Who took away her happiness? And who shared the wind and rain with her and looked back on the way back?
Here is a 20-year-old woman and some long-lasting stories. . . . . .