For you and me, a young man is an inseparable feeling in our memory, a sadness deep in our heart that cannot be let go. There is always someone who is like the dawn sun, illuminating your long journey, not only the poems and the distance, but also the floral skirt and white shirt blowing in the breeze. From one end of the playground to the other end is the farthest distance between you and me. When I run towards you, even the wind is cheering me on. When I am old, the years are quiet. You talk about the past and I talk about the past. . . .
Intention: All regrets will be relieved