Reminiscent of Youth·Part 2
Later, I met Qiao Dongjing once, during an accidental interview. Like a pair of extremely ordinary friends, we sat face to face, drank tea instead of wine, and smiled at each other.
That smile reflects the scorching summer sun outside the window. I feel that time is like a horse and my youth is getting old.
And love, at an age when we don't understand it, is just a separation that is too late to begin.
Conception: