The last time I saw Zong Peng was at my cousin's wedding in October 2018, two years after we broke up.
It's strange to say that we were childhood sweethearts and even lived in the same building. I had never seen him in the past two years. All the recent news about him came from meeting his parents by chance, and they told me when we were chatting, or from our mutual friends. I haven't seen him in two years. It can only be that he doesn't want to see me.
This time, face to face, face to face, naked, he just nodded at me.
Passed by.
It's just the beginning of autumn, why is the wind blowing so cold? I stood there with only a few flowers in my hand, but I just felt unsteady.
He probably hates me, I'm selfish, sensitive and suspicious. He must have loved me too, after all, we were both each other's "puppy love partners" and we were in love for several years.
I still miss you, I really do.
Under the sycamore tree, he said that after listening to this song, we would go separately. In the days that followed, I played this song on repeat, not wanting it to end.
Intention: It's just a record of myself. I don't want to forget all this in the future, but it seems that I won't forget it.