In fact, there is nothing to recall, and nothing to talk about anymore. The wind from the north cannot blow Jinling, and the asphalt road home will never meet you again. Not all stories have a happy ending. Often the reality is full of partings and ending without a problem.
I'm thinking that if I were braver and told you what I was thinking when you looked back every time I called you, or when we held an umbrella together, I might not be the only one regretting this. But that's not me.
You always stand in the sun-drenched playground, standing on the top of my heart, and you are engraved in my years.
Purpose: Reminiscing about youth