When I first met him when I was thirteen years old,
I saw him writing calligraphy seriously,
His focused look cast deep ripples in her little heart.
As a child, she secretly vowed to be like him,
So she asked her mother to help her with piano lessons and painting...
When I met him again when I was sixteen years old,
He is already a quasi-college student,
And she is just a high school student.
He appeared at the teacher appreciation banquet with a face full of joy,
What she was facing now was a cold, lifeless piano.
When I was nineteen years old, I met him on campus.
At that time, he held his girlfriend's arm and greeted her with a smile.
Her face turned pale, but she still responded with a strong smile.
At the age of twenty-three, he broke up with his girlfriend of six years and went to the other side of the ocean alone.
She always knew that he had always regarded her as his own sister and never understood her thoughts.
But if I had gone abroad to pursue him and confess to him, would everything have been different?