To her:
What is love?
This word is too deep for me at 17 years old.
At that time, I didn't understand love but I could like someone self-righteously.
Still remember,
The sky was very bright that night,
Illuminated by the brilliant bonfire,
The stars in the sky seemed to be dancing in the fire.
But no matter how bright the starry sky is, it can't cover the loneliness in his eyes.
At that moment,
I think his eyes seem deeper than the vast starry sky.
That momentary gaze penetrated my heart,
I was attracted to him in that way.
Until later,
I gradually understood his depth and the reason for his silence,
I just realized that my love is so superficial,
So vulnerable.
How should I choose now that I understand?
To him:
What is love?
Maybe no one can tell clearly.
Sitting on the plane flying to Yunnan,
I, a person who has always been strong, shed tears.
The tears were held back like that but slipped down the back of my hands inadvertently,
Leaves a hint of coldness.
To love someone is to tolerate everything about them.
Her advantages,
Her shortcomings,
In my eyes, these are all cute things about her.
I didn't understand before I met her,
Only after meeting her did I understand,
Love will dig into people's hearts and poke a hole,
Not big, not small,
Just enough to pretend to be her alone,
She was alone.
This is an emotional story about search and growth. A girl who has just begun to fall in love chases her from Yunnan to Beijing to find the love she wants. Although the encounter was brief, there was the beauty of love at first sight. Is the initial attraction the beginning of a beautiful love, or the beginning of a period of training?