When the surroundings quiet down, only me and him are left in the world. Everything became blurry. He and I met, separated and met again.
We have fought side by side in the same classroom, struggled in the corners of big cities, and hugged each other tightly in countless dark nights.
Will we be together forever?
Meeting.
However, birth, old age, illness and death are human nature and are insurmountable for us.
Don't be afraid, everything in the world is ever-changing, but love and memory are eternal.
I want to slowly write a short story that may be a little unremarkable, so as to soothe my anxious head.
Intention: Peaceful years