Crossroads, zebra crossings, platforms, boulevards,
The people coming and going, whether they are strangers or faces that seem familiar,
did you ever know,
Maybe you once took shelter under the same roof,
Riding bicycles in tandem;
Studying in the same school,
passing by each other again and again;
Take physical education classes at the same time,
Smiling, or expressionless.
But what you are to him is what he is to you,
After all, we are still strangers.
Just waiting for the continuous accumulation of these experiences,
Waiting for a certain moment,
Your encounter with him.