Semi-Stranger Woman

One autumn and winter, she looked at him from afar 14 times. Not really a meeting, let alone words. He's so close, she's so far away. The reunion after 3 years was really the first time we met. The old story ends before it begins. A new story only begins from the end. Everything goes back to the starting point, starting from the sentence "Hello". I am not a person who writes stories, so I wrote a story about an accident. This thing is really not a novel, and I failed very much in not letting him say a single word to her, even though my unforgettable love at least still had a one-time relationship. If you don't mind this plate of bland, boneless and meatless "side dishes", I'd be very grateful, as a way to commemorate the first time I "cooked" twenty years ago. Concept: We wrote a song together, before even saying hello to each other.