When I see you again, I will be brave again.
Axiang:
This is the first letter I have sent to you that I can't count. Not only my letters have been taken away by the long time, but even my remaining memories are fading.
I don't know whether you are looking at the same aurora with me at this time, or whether you are lying on the rocking chair in the flower shop with a smile on your face, or whether we have returned to campus hand in hand as promised.
When I wrote this letter, the wind outside the window was carrying the coolness of late autumn, just like the cool hair that you brushed through my fingertips countless times - I still remember that day when you were sleeping peacefully.
It was obviously a long time ago, but it was as clear as if it happened yesterday.
I still remember the curvature of the corners of your eyes when you laughed, I remember we imagined tomorrow under the night light, I remember you said we would always be intertwined, squandering our youth bravely and wantonly, I still remember you said you would be a romantic lunatic chasing the wind, and I would be the most restrained and polite officer.
These tiny memories are still engraved in my mind, no longer written by you. They are like stars scattered in the long river of time, scattered all over the place, bright and distant. I have walked through mountains and rivers and reached the end of the world with my agreement with you. I have accumulated so much longing, and I am willing to spend the rest of my life in exchange for the gentleness and kindness you encounter. Axiang has always been the most precious treasure in my life. I always believe that the time when I met you was the most gentle gift of fate.
In the long days after you left, I fulfilled all the promises I made with you and traveled far away again with freedom.
The goal this time is still romance, the return date is uncertain, and the destination is the long river of time.
Jiang Wei Qingliu.
Thirty-two years old without He Xiang
Intention: Love is separated from the future