Most of the love in youth is a fruitless flower feast. The sun is shining brightly at that time, and you stand in that beam of light, as if you have a halo of your own. You smiled at me and I was at a loss.
I forgot what day it was, but I just remember that you were wearing a light blue long-sleeved top, with a slightly chubby figure, a child-like smile that seemed to melt everything, clean short hair, and beautiful sideburns. Everything is set up just right. It seems as if everything has been arranged secretly. All the scenery has been set here in advance for your appearance. After many years, I am looking around, but I can no longer find you the same as you were back then, not even in the sunshine that day.