In order to remember, to commemorate that person, or maybe to forget that person, I kept thinking and writing, and finally I came up with this book and this work. I don't know if you can see it, but since I wrote this story sincerely, I have been calm and relieved.
Text: In that year, the sun was neither arrogant nor impetuous, the youth was just right, the breeze passed by the ears, rolled up a strand of hair, time passed by in a hurry on the fingertips, for what we seemed to have missed, we will eventually miss it, a kind of dream, a kind of bondage, and you will no longer exist, I miss you! And you?
Intention: I don't regret my youth and falling in love with you; but if I could do it all over again, I would definitely not fall in love with you again.