I seem to still vaguely remember the day I met you. You were wearing a light cyan sweater, a bright red down jacket, and a scarf of unclear colors that were inadvertently pulled on the back of the seat. At that time, your hair was very long and beautiful, black and straight hanging down on your chest and back... You were sitting by the window looking at the night outside the window disapprovingly, and then accidentally, you came into my sight.
I miss it terribly.
To this day, I still occasionally go to that KFC by myself, with just a cup of hot drink, and then sit by a window, looking at the strangers coming and going outside the window and the complete or incomplete world, without any thought.
I don't know what the reason is, maybe it's the emptiness in a person's life, maybe it's the freedom of being single... Who knows what the reason is.
Maybe I want to see if a girl like you will appear again, and whether you will appear again...
I've always been fine.
How are you?