"Go home, don't be afraid, just walk forward and I'll be behind you."
That summer, I seemed to have met a very special person. He liked to hide under trees, smoke, and sleep in. He was not handsome. I can only say that he was handsome, but I would go see him every day.
I never saw him again after that day. I never saw that boy who liked to hide under the tree and smoke cigarettes again.
If there is a chance, let's meet again
Intention: I want to meet him again if I have the chance