She came into my life in the middle of summer when the air was filled with the sweetness of soap bubbles. If the wind outside the window yesterday hadn't brought the same smell as the sunshine of that year, I might have slowly forgotten the concern buried in my heart.
The intermittent fragments of her in the memories are as blurry as the old movies of the last century; her smiles and tears were blown away by the wind of time along with the passion at that time. When I closed my eyes, I couldn't remember the look that had been deeply imprinted in my mind. But the warmth she left to me is like a long-lasting light, always dimly lit in a corner of my life, dim but never extinguished. Allowing people to see hope in the darkest of times.
She is truly a light in my life.
She gave me a childhood and a youth. In this world, no one has ever lost anyone and cannot live. Some people may have never had light in their lives. They are groping forward in the darkness, not knowing the past and the future, and they are ignorant and fearless. But such a beam of light shone into the forest of my life, illuminating the unknown softness in my heart.
"Xi Murong has a saying: 'I really like that kind of dream. I know clearly that you have traveled thousands of miles for me, but I still feel that the grass, flowers and fallen flowers are colorful, as if we have just met you for the first time.' "
"It's the first time we met."
"Ah? I remember it was the first time we met."
"First meeting!"
Intention: In memory of a girl I once loved