A boy pushing a bicycle at sunset. The beautiful figure waiting for hope at the intersection. The you who was your deskmate back then, the elegant she she used to be. For every question you ask. For every schoolbag you carry. An umbrella held up for you after the rain, a bottle of Coke delivered to you in summer. Lost love, hazy first love. When the years cover up the shyness of youth. Time erased the pure friendship at that time. After June of that year... Who was still the same him! Who is still her? Promises fall like autumn leaves. Love is as refreshing as falling snow. Who can never forget his original intention, and who can grow old easily. Saying: The setting sun once reflected the backs of two people walking home side by side! Where are they now?
Dependent origins, predestined relationships, and predestined relationships will eventually end. Flowers bloom and fall and return to dust. After many years, will there be that beautiful encounter?