The heroines in many stories descend to earth like immortals, but few of them fold their wings and fall into the human world.
Those girls with beautiful smiles are a bright spot in the memory, and the shots with them are as beautiful as if they have been filtered, making people look back on them when they are old and still be addicted to them.
But in the end, it was just a flash of color.
Encounter, encounter, get to know each other. The young man didn't say anything, he could only stand hesitating and smiling under the light. Life is like a paper-cut painting. When you look at it from the front, you always smile, but when you look at it from the opposite side, you always shed tears.
If you missed it in the end, just miss it. At least you passed by the best version of me, and this summer with you is about to end.