Sad to the point of ridiculous secret love,
We met again after years of separation.
Time flies, like a fleeting year.
Occasionally I look up old photos, and the years pass through my fingers.
Recalling the most beautiful years, it seems that all the memories are tinged with old yellow, exuding the quiet fragrance of ink, hazy but public.
In his prime, he is a handsome young man.
The craziest ever,
was the most enthusiastic,
I was most confused.
Going crazy all the way,
Don't forget to be vigorous.
Seven years apart,
I'm fine,
You in my memory,
Is it the same as always?