I passed by Southern Daze.
Sparkling merchants. Then I couldn't help longing for it, silently stepped out of the car and walked to the meadow by the lake.
Not far away, there seemed to be a figure. The clothes are thin.
A cold wind blew from the lake. The autumn moon was covered with light mist. Hazy, only a circle of silver light remained.
I didn't know what I was chasing, but I ran towards that shadow, but I could never touch it.
I cried to him at the top of my lungs, but in the end there was no response.
Later, I finally figured it out. I was still hoping for something, and now it's just me.
It seems that among all the so-called people I like, he is the only one who can really make me burst into tears every time I think of him.
I can't tell exactly what the reason is, maybe it's the so-called time. For at least three years, the only person I've been attracted to is him.
First point of view