What You Don't Want People to Know

That early summer,

when we first stepped through the gates of high school,

her still-long black hair drifted by in the breeze,

brushing someone's face and setting someone's heart aflutter.

That bitter winter,

his name topped the monthly exam rankings,

while hers had been stuck in second place in competitions for a thousand years.

They seemed worlds apart, yet were just within reach.

That early spring,

who was searching for Long Yingtai's traces in Tamsui's old streets?

Who was reciting her essays atop the TV tower?

That was the beginning, and the first time they met.

That blazing summer,

whose figure was he looking for during the opening ceremony at the military training base?

Whose test results was she stretching on tiptoe to see?

If their eyes had met when they turned around then, would their hearts have been joined?

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