To this day, I still miss meeting him, handing him a white note with ink characters and a cold and flawless face.
To this day, I still miss my love with him, looking at the afterglow like wine, hugging each other while leaning on the felt horse.
To this day, I still miss my acquaintance with her. I passed her hat and black gauze and looked at her jade like flowers.
To this day, I still miss our acquaintance with her, walking by the long yellow sand and talking about her all over the world.