The morning light dewed slightly, and I opened my eyes. It was obviously a new day, but I felt so familiar, as if I had experienced parallel time and space over and over again and could not escape. In the first ray of sunlight falling into my eyes, I seemed to hear someone calling me. The voice was clean and unfamiliar, but it seemed like I had heard it somewhere before.
He is the young man who will always be in my heart. He quietly turned into a smile and stayed on my chest, as if it was an unhealed mark. Naturally, he didn't know how sad I felt in the middle of the night.
He is the young man in my heart forever. The young man is as bright as the moon and as brilliant as the sun. He is a shallow mark in my heart.
He is the young man who will always be in my heart. He slowly heals my wounds for no reason in a corner that no one knows, the wounds of missing him for no reason, and the wounds of being reviled by the world for being pretentious.
In these eight years without you, I was waiting for the wind, and the wind was waiting for you.
I also know that he has protected the 12-year-old Xia Jiu again and again in the years that will leave no trace; he also knows that I talk about the 19-year-old Jiang Wuzai over and over again in the world full of human fireworks; we know each other that we talk to each other about peace at the end of the chaos of the world, year after year, over and over again. This life is as everyone wishes, plain and real. In the past life, this life, and the next life, the encounters between you and me are all the indescribable fragrance of green plum wine.
The green plum tastes astringent in the mouth, and the aroma of the wine floats thousands of miles away.
I know, he knows, the mortal world knows, there are three kinds of knowledge in this life, which are enough to heal a person's heart.
Intention: plainness is the truth