Many, many years have passed, and when she thinks of the young boy she once was, those gray past are drifting by like the wind. They no longer have the heartache of the past, but they still stir up ripples in her heart.
That young man had picturesque eyebrows and watery eyes. He once held her hand firmly and escaped from the deepest fear. He also held her hand tenderly in the dazzling sunlight and under the dazzling starry sky. Regardless of whether the sun was warm and dazzling, the stars were bright or dusty, she only knew that nothing in this time could compare to the young man with burning eyes at that time, and nothing could compare to his fluttering white clothes and his thin and persistent back. The past with him, the years with him, are so real in her memory, but they are as beautiful as a dream, like a big dream.
After waking up from the dream, she will continue to wait for her boy, waiting for him to come back to see her with his pure white heart as before after half a lifetime of wandering, look at her with his unique pure eyes, and then say softly, "Long time no see."
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It's still a comedy! I don't want to be abused recently
It's still a comedy! I don't want to be abused recently