Many years later, when he walked back to this school and sat in this classroom, he felt nothing but infinite melancholy.
Love in youth is always discovered very late, always caused by a series of hazy feelings.
When I was young, I couldn't tell whether something was good or bad, sad or happy. It seemed intentional but not intentional.
When we find that there is love between us, it is already parting.
If, after many years...