She is a sophomore. A high school friend was eating her favorite rice noodles at the entrance of the high school together. The friend asked her, "Do you still miss him?" She didn't seem to deliberately remember him, but he would never be able to leave. In her heart, even if he was numb with injuries, he was still there, the most sensitive part. Looking back, she looked out the window with infinite emotion and blurred eyes, looking at this trail that she had walked countless times. In a daze, the corners of her eyes were moist. It was really him. She saw him again, just outside the window. It was not an illusion, not an illusion. It was him, it was really him. The boy he had loved for five years was really reflected in the window. She ran out like crazy. She imagined that when she saw him again countless times, she would say hello with a smile. However, she lost again. The moment she saw him, she completely lost again. She wanted to be alone to digest and digest their past. She chased the bus he took, one stop after another, and the images of the past were flowing crazily all the way. This is our love, please don't forget me, my whole high school is my whole love.
Intention: Temperament is always hot and unquenchable