What About You?

This is a very simple, simple and even ordinary story, so ordinary that it lasts a long time, it lasts so long that it is quiet, and it is so quiet that it makes people cry. She in the story probably doesn't exist in reality, or maybe she does, but you don't know she exists. She passed him that summer, and in her memory was the pouring rain, sprained feet, and walking into the wrong room. Can the fallen bouquet and the eclipsed ring be exchanged for the peaceful stay of another relationship? She resolutely chose to wait with him, and they made a promise, and time passed by her fingertips, never to return. But you should have seen that pure, gentle, and undisputed smile. Or hand a cup of hot coffee from her hand, and then quietly walk away when you don't want to raise your head to look at her. But you're not him, and you don't understand. He was not her either, so he didn't realize it until he was heartbroken. When the earth rotates normally, I eat a good dinner, don't stay up late, wear a scarf in the morning, and drive seriously... Everything seems to be fine with me. So, what about you? ------------------- I am still not waiting for you to love me, and I am silent not because I have nothing to say. But please look back at me and don't wait until I've passed before you realize it's too late. -------------------