In the light rain and dust, he was lost in the fragrance scattered in her hair. He never believed in love at first sight and finally realized that maybe life still needs something other than rationality. This was the first time he met her, a one-sided encounter.
In an accident, he lost the news about her, but could not erase the mark she left on his heart. The string was broken and the kite disappeared at the end of the distant mountains, but he could only hold on to the severed string in confusion.
When we met again, she had lost her original youthfulness, and still had waist-length curly hair. Her every frown and smile had a bit more femininity to her.
It was as if we were getting acquainted with strangers again, it seemed that it was her, but it also seemed that she was completely different from her.