There is a person hidden deep in each of our hearts. Every time we think of him, we feel a little heartache, but we are still willing to keep him in our hearts. Even today, I don't know where he is or what he is doing, but at least I know that he made me understand what first love is.
I met him on a train heading east. When the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his handsome face, I was really drunk sitting across from him. At that moment, we didn't know that we would have nearly ten years of entanglement, happy or sad, which are the best rewards for each other. After all, we still have this time and this memory together.