In the small city where you once lived, is there a corner that you want to go to but don't dare to go to? You never dare to go there again, but you often think of it?
Is there such a person, even if he has wandered to the end of the world and has no news, you will still think of him occasionally. It seems that he has never gone far. It seems that you still have a story.
It's just that, over the years, those corners have changed. You can search everywhere, but you can't find that person or that scene. But in the end, you can remember that maybe, like you, he will think of you gently when passing that corner. Just like now, you stand here and can see you and him in those years. But, you will never talk about it to anyone again.