I have stared at his back countless times,
And how many times his almost indifferent attitude made her feel discouraged;
She collected all the news about him silently,
At that time, I was full of fantasy and naivety;
She always waits and waits, comforting herself from time to time,
What's the rush in four such long years;
I hope that one day his eyes will look at her,
But four years have passed, and there is still an insurmountable distance between them;
If they were destined to never meet again in this life, her feelings for him would definitely rot in her stomach.
What does it mean to meet again?