I have fantasized about seeing each other again many times, but never such a sudden shock.
The ignorance of youth can only be called like but not love, because it is too simple, without thinking about the future, without attachment to the results, without any worldly desires, only the heartbeat of youth.
The boy in my memory is clear and beautiful, and can only remain in my memory forever. As a poet said, what I like is you, but it is not all you, but the you in my imagination.
The boy I like will never meet again!
Intention: Look forward