Yiming: I met her on a drizzly afternoon. Watching your leaving figure, my thoughts followed her unconsciously...
Yixiao: It was a quiet afternoon when I met him, the sun was warm, everything was just like you. It's just that I'm too cowardly and miss you too much...
This is a nightmare about the depths of memory, and it is also the regret of countless sleepless days and nights. Although it is unforgettable, it is never owned. If I love you, I can be bolder. If time can wait for growth, maybe the regret will become less embarrassing...
Intent: An article about the emotional entanglement of memories and growth