I once spent a day and night alone in a train sleeper, traveling more than a thousand kilometers to another strange city separated by mountains and seas, for a long-planned and dreamed-upon reunion. I was twenty years old at that time, and I was afraid of being alone, afraid of bad people, afraid of asking for directions, and afraid of unfamiliar surroundings; at that time, "Clouds Turn into Rain", "Is It Possible" and "A Love Is Short" were still very popular. When I met him, I wanted to tell him how much I wanted to see you again even if we parted after just a quick glance. I also wanted to tell him how I fell in love with him but still wanted to take him home. But I didn't say anything. I just pretended to smile calmly, but because I couldn't control it well, I smiled like a thirteen-year-old fool. He was the boy when I first fell in love, and the deer that bumped into my chest during my first kiss. Later, because of my excessive behavior, he finally became a stranger in my youth. That day at the beach, I hadn't asked him yet, would we still have the rest of our lives? But he first said, let bygones be bygones. It doesn't matter, I know he will fall. I think of many things in the past. The stories are very long and tooth-droppingly sweet. Every time I think of them, it's like a sweet dream with flowers falling all over the ground.