This is a story, a story of five people, and also the youth of five people. In this story, we are timid but chasing, injured but brave, scared but determined. To this day, the turmoil and pain of that year have become fallen leaves, slowly rotting away, mixed in the dirt and dirt, buried by time, and forgotten by the years.
The promise I made that year is still engraved in my heart, at least until now.
That person became the color and sunshine in her dark time, but he also became the executioner who woke her up in the middle of the night.
Fifteen years later, the migratory birds have not returned yet, so I gave up waiting.