The streets in late autumn are a little desolate, a little indifferent, and a little lonely. The rain dripped down along the edge of the umbrella. Looking around, I could no longer find that familiar and heartbreaking figure. You said you had never left, but my sadness was too stubborn, because I believed even such a low-level lie...
A long time ago, I thought that love must be bound to my side and integrated into my soul, so that I can fully get it. But now, how much I hope that even if I don't love you, you can live well in this world, because at least when I look up and take a deep breath, there is your breath, the smell that I am familiar with and love. Yizhou, I miss you very much, really... Really... You know?
I, alone, have walked through spring and summer, through all the flowers and rainy seasons that you said were blooming for me, but I still haven't encountered the miracle you mentioned. Maybe just like Zhen Zhen said, I don't belong to your category of miracles... No matter how far or how long, I still want to wait for you, waiting to see the flowers you mentioned blooming in the garden, fragrant in midsummer, today, tomorrow, and in the future, they will all be here. Please remember the way back... Okay?
A person should meet many people and have many memories in his life. However, now that you have grown up, do your memories of those ignorant years of youth still make you feel heart-thumping?