Late summer and early autumn,
The season when I knew you, the season when I separated from you.
It makes me feel like time is intertwined unconsciously.
As if nothing has changed,
I'm still that stupid student in school uniform,
Wearing glasses and sitting in class secretly looking at you,
Or waiting in a long line to buy you sweet and sour pork,
Or walking hand in hand with you on campus,
Or take you home in a car...
It's just that everything has an end,
No matter how good things are, they will be lost one day.
No matter how deep the memory is, there will be a day when it fades away.
The person you love again,
There will also be a day when I go far away...