That year under the bodhi tree, I met you who came to Beijing to take the exam. It's love at first sight.
You and I make an appointment, and when you are the top pick in high school, you will come back to keep the appointment.
Just like that, one year, two years, three years...
I was still waiting for you under that Bodhi tree, but you never showed up again.
Maybe you were the top scholar in high school; maybe you were able to marry a wife and have children; maybe you were an official for a long time...
But I still don't give up and keep waiting, always feeling that you might show up one day?
The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
Zi Ning, I miss you...
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