Occasionally, I rub shoulders with you in the crowd, and the familiar figure brings back memories. I look back and watch you go away. Maybe you have forgotten it, but I remember that I loved you. At an age when we didn't know how to break up, our laughter, crying, getting together, and separation were all beautiful memories.
Watching you go away, I can't help but sigh with emotion. The eternal eternity in the past is no match for the current separation. I have never been lonely, because I have you in my youth, and because you are mine?