Do we miss people when we see things, or do we miss things when we see people?
The lake that has been flattened many times in the depths of my heart can easily stir up huge waves with one word; those restricted areas that I don't even want to touch can be easily pried open by a name; the warning to myself that time was shattered by a short piece of singing.
He once wrote: Zhang Zhiran is my favorite girlfriend.
He had secretly set up a chair for her before she came.
He once copied her Chinese, and she once copied his mathematics.
However, we have all grown up.