The train was moving very slowly, and the afternoon sun streaming in through the windows was just right in temperature and light. It was just right to resist the coolness brought by the air conditioner in the carriage. It was just right for me to see your beautiful face clearly. That stretch of the journey gave me a pink illusion of love. Later, we met again on a rainy day, and our love happened so naturally. Later, you left school and we started a long-distance love race.
But after all, you still couldn't bear the loneliness and betrayed our feelings. When I fell into the vortex of our love, I fell in slower, so when we separated, it took me much longer to climb out than you did.