That summer, he always rode by the side of the road, timidly and subconsciously staying away from him, as if it had become a habit. There is a little bit of emotion hidden in the inadvertent glances. When I was 17, my birthday wish was that he would come back. When I was 18, my birthday wish was to forget him. Will we meet again when we are 19...
Intention: Be firm in your heart, maybe she is still waiting for you