I met you when I was in the second grade of junior high school. At that time, you were in the third grade of junior high school.
At that time, I pulled people around me to see you, as if you were mine, and told everyone about you, wishing that the whole world would know. My love at that time was passionate and public, and my happiness was also very beautiful.
I have too many memories of you. After you graduated, every place in the school seems to have traces of you. I will always look for your shadow in others, but I forgot that you are no longer on my campus. Our class moved to your former classroom. This time, it's my perspective.
Later, we separated, and I often wonder if the outcome would have been different if we had done it differently. But none of that matters anymore.
When I was 14, I thought pure love was invincible.
Li, I hope we don't meet again
Intention: More than three years, more than love