That sultry summer, that refreshing evening breeze, and the person I miss so much.
That year, the leaves of the banyan tree outside the window withered with autumn.
We will also drift apart, take different roads, and meet different people.
No one remembers us, and even in the end, we may not remember each other.
The good old days.
Meeting in the vast sea of people is a blessing, but separation is also a normal state.
I can watch you leave calmly. Although I feel helpless.
I understand that it was me who infinitely expanded our intersection and turned it into a maze that I couldn't get out of.
But I can't do it decently, and I can't do it one way or the other.
All kinds of waves, that moment of playfulness.
Your shadow becomes a wall in my heart, a high wall that I can't get over. Time will not destroy the wall.
Intention: You are the orange that fills the sunset and the sky is bright
star.
