How gentle I was at that time,
I scatter flower petals in your hair,
when you leave,
My heart will not grow cold,
Thinking of you,
Just like reading the most beloved words,
So joyful.
——"I Remember" Yesenin
This article is inspired by this poem, a short story about youth and parting.
The story is relatively simple and the writing is rough, so I hope you'll bear with me.
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