"Chen Qing, the days are long."
Those were the last words I said to him.
His eyes darkened, as if he said something, as if he didn't say anything, and he couldn't remember clearly. I just remember the setting sun kissing his cheek, giving it a golden light. I still don't know whether that light is sunlight or his light.
His name is Chen Qing, and he is a high-spirited young man.
Chen Qing is dead. Heart attack.
Only then did I remember his answer on graduation day. He said, maybe we will never come again.
Chen Qing and I will never see each other again.
I didn't cry, but my heart ached.
The day Chen Qing was buried was a snowy day.
I thought again of that night in my senior year of high school, that boy playing basketball.
It's okay, as long as you see the flowers blooming.
Besides, he is not my flower in the first place.
Chen Qing is dazzling and I will never forget him.
Chen Qing, I love you until death.
So, I died for my love.
Intention: love