I wrote this poem two years ago, when the story had ended. Post it here as the beginning of the story and memories.
I saw you walking down that street
I saw you walking through that street, the light rain, you and
The wind talks about love
Wild chrysanthemums and red leaves hold your shadow
Looks more like the woman who walked barefoot in the south of the Yangtze River
A hint of red
Trembling down to the sky
I saw you walking down that street
Carrying a small bag
Holding the time machine and textbook
Concentrated look and writing style
with autumn
Drunk many people
I saw you walking down that street
Neon fades
Passionate raindrops are falling
A leaf falls asleep
Floating on the creek
I saw you walking down that street
From spring to summer, from autumn to winter
all year round
I defeated the rape flowers and crushed the snowflakes
That street is still there, but you can never find it again