They met in their innocent childhood, and the low hills and bluestone roads in the south accompanied them every day when they went to and from school. At that time, they both thought they would always be by each other's side. Until one day half a year later, the girl left the city and went to another strange world. The childish eternity I once said parted at the moment when no one had time to react.
In the blink of an eye, eight years passed. The girl put on her favorite dress and rushed to the familiar stadium nervously. The arc drawn by the basketball, the light jump of the back. The brief encounter bloomed with brilliant sweetness. Happy flowers grow and sway in the wind and rain.
But can all this last? Is it the end of a fairy tale, or is it incomplete and poignant?