Perhaps, as time goes by, the beautiful memories eventually become a vague corner of my memory. Even when I remember them, I don't remember much, but what I can't forget is the joy of meeting you in the summer. ——Song Jingshu
(Small title note, I will update it slowly. It is a short story. The writing may not be good, but I just want to write about a feeling that has been lingering in my heart. It is light, a little bitter, but very happy. The meaning of waiting to me.)