Introduction
I don't know why I cried again. Crying wasted my delicate disguise and my fleeting years. Suddenly I have an urge to let the whole world know that I love you. My dear boy.
Jimmy once said: 'I have met all the extraordinary things, but I have never met an ordinary you. In the best years, I still walked alone on that flashy and dazzling street that did not belong to me. I am like a scavenger, quietly collecting the negatives of youth and turning them into old moonshine. Then on a warm afternoon, dry out any pictures related to you. ' And I want to say that now the sun is warm and the years are quiet. What I want to air is not a story but an unforgettable accident in my life.
That year, when we were young and young, our ignorant love and our unforgettable feelings were, after all, no match for cause and effect. They were lost, lost, looked back, and indifferent in the desolation of time.
A person is destined to meet two people in his life, one is amazing and the other is gentle.
The branches outside the window quietly interpret autumn. The lonely autumn cannot hold back the fleeting youth. The still tip of the pen still retains the warmth of yesterday. The next second, the clouds are light and the wind is gentle. I use sadness as my pen to remember the passing years and... You.