Many years later, I returned to the shabby old alley, and the old TV showed your profile. You stood in the center of the stage, your back lonely and desolate. People waved to you and cheered for you. I knew that you had moved on from that period of your youth and would never look back. But I am still stuck in the summer when I was sixteen years old. I watched you smile at me, I watched you wave to me, I watched you say goodbye to me and turn around. The cicadas chirped one wave after another, and my tears came one after another. The sharp dagger cut our connected destiny apart. In the blur of flesh and blood, we finally became people in two worlds.
But.
But what if we meet again?