There are so many people in this world who pass by us.
Those we like, hate, miss, forget...
However, there will be people like this in everyone's life:
They are caught off guard when they appear, they are careless when getting along, and they are unforgettable after parting.
They ran away before they had time to like it.
But this feeling is very much like a summer wind, which suddenly lifts the hem of your skirt and makes you go crazy.
But I miss that moment of being noticed by passers-by.