I once read in a book that the purest love in the world is that of childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts. We grew up here—the place our parents called France—and are filled with childhood memories. So I concluded that Boyan and I will continue to grow like this.
However, I seem to have forgotten that words in books can also be deceiving. The boy in my memory is quietly leaving me...
Finally, when we grow up, everything becomes clear. It turns out that all of this is just a lie that he tried his best to weave for you.
Thank you, my little bamboo horse.