When he was 12 years old, he was carrying his schoolbag half on his shoulder. He was all dressed in black, and there was a hint of ruffianism in his eyebrows, but his eyebrows were unexpectedly pretty. Do you believe in love at first sight? I don't believe it, but his eyebrows, eyes and smile are so moving.
When I was 15 years old, we graduated. I mustered up all the courage to tell you, I love you, but you smiled, gently stroked my hair with your long, jade-like fingers, and said: Silly girl, you are too clean. That summer, I had a problem - I was always in a daze, because when the breeze swept through my hair, I always thought of your fingers brushing my hair so gently on the day you graduated. On that day, I was probably crazy, or I was just sick with longing, and could no longer suppress it. I missed the gentleness of your fingertips and the smile on the corner of your mouth.
That day I secretly took away my mother's clothes, put on makeup that I thought was glamorous, and walked to the alley where you used to walk. I said: Now I am a bad girl, let me follow you.
When I was 18 years old, you said you wanted to celebrate my birthday. When I appeared in front of you happily wearing a red dress, the sky was full of blood and you ruined all my beliefs. If a bad girl can keep you safe throughout your life, then there is no need to be pure in my life.
At the age of 21, we finally established our own never-ending darkness in this turbulent city. I can put on exquisite clothes, smile enchantingly, and communicate mellowly, but I will never learn to forget to love you. The scar on your middle finger and the cocoon on my middle finger have finally become a wound, making it impossible for us to get close or stay away.
Three years has been a wonderful cycle in which we have been struggling but unable to escape.