I want to write a story that you will still remember clearly even after many years.
I remember the weak and timid boy under the eaves during the rainy season in a southern town.
Remember that girl like you and me who may be ordinary but not ordinary.
There is also the girl with flying skirt and bright smile. She walked through the streets and alleys with her face raised, humming a song, went to meet the person she loved most, held his hand, and then told the world about their undying love in their youth.
You know that youth is about leaving no regrets.
You also know that life is always full of regrets.