Every time Cui Jin dreams back at midnight, her face is in the dream.
I recall the summer I met her over and over again. Every scene is still clearly visible in my mind. I have never forgotten it, and I dare not forget it.
I often fantasize about what she will look like when she grows up, whether she will be as cute and smart as she was in high school, whether she will be as bright and generous as before, and whether her eyes will still be hot and bright.
Love never goes out, but the waiting time is too long.