It has rained heavily for several times and it has not stopped yet, just like the rainy season in my heart has never passed.
Until time shows that everything has become the past, a person's youth is just like this, just like a flash in the pan, regret is an unavoidable experience.
And the warm and breezy summer always comes regularly and is never late. Who knows the future direction...
Time will remember the boy in white riding a bicycle for me.
The biggest regret is not saying: "I like you."
(Adapted from a true story - a contribution from a kind-hearted sister)
Intention: Memories