Because I never thought I would forget it, I didn't deliberately recall it.
When we first met, you ran in and asked me, "Little guy, don't you remember me? I'm your brother Tang Ying." The winter wind blew from outside the door, carrying snowflakes, and you were so energetic. I buried my head in silence.
On the final day, you closed your eyes silently, your eyelashes trembling, but you walked away among the blooming flowers.