Time always flies so fast, and the bell at the door of the store was blown by the sudden midsummer wind. This is my second year running my parents' cake shop during my summer vacation. I look at every figure passing by. No one is you, but everyone looks like you.
The young man in my memory was tall and always wore a white shirt. When I bumped into him, I could only touch his chest. His hair was swaying in the wind. The young man had a handsome face, a straight nose, and clean eyebrows. He was the perfect image of youth. He always faces the sun but is as clear as a river. That summer, you bit a popsicle and said to me: "I want to be your sun in winter and your river in summer."
Intention: Jiang Che, you are my entire youth