Xia Yu closed the diary. She still remembered every paragraph in the diary, and the last page was particularly clear: "You are right, crossing the hill does not mean that no one is waiting. It is that you can't wait when I can wait. I can't wait when you can wait. Maybe it could have been possible, but it's a pity that only the original is left. It's a shame that we were one step away and we were not together in the end."
When I was seventeen, I once liked someone without reservation, but we were not together. Every day from now on, when I think of this experience, I sincerely admire my little self who never looked back.
Intention: Don't mistake the moon for the sun.