I always remember him.
Time flies, but I still remember everything about him.
His oval face, smile, and wolf-like expression, his cheerfulness when he handed me my coat on the hillside, and his silence when he was stubborn. Just like a gorgeous dream for people who have long been awake in reality, the mottled spots are gone, but the scene is still vivid.
To this day, I can't forget the last look he gave me when he left me, and his lonely and abrupt back among the crowd on a rainy day.
All the pictures are like faded photos, the colors have faded but the images remain.
Memory is a luxury for Time flies. But I still stubbornly keep him floating in my heart.
Time is passing and I am changing.
It takes courage to change yourself. Compared to us who were transparent when we were teenagers, now I work hard to open up my heart.
I heard a voice saying to myself, "I know we will be separated eventually."
But I was reluctant to leave.
Conception: