The memories of these two years have nothing but you
You walked into my heart quietly, but I never left a figure in your world.
Under the bright fireworks, we each have different thoughts.
The castle that I carefully accumulated for two years was easily disintegrated by your words.
When we meet again after a long, long time, will you still remember the figure that left traces in your memory?
When they meet again after a long time, where will the two originally parallel line segments lead?