When we were young, we stood on the beach and looked at the towns in the distance, but the corners of our eyes became inexplicably moist.
Maybe...
We will eventually sail away, and neither you nor I are a harbor for each other to stay. I hope that when we get together again, we can all laugh and let go (please don't get too entangled if objects or things from different eras appear in fictional reality novels)
Concept: youth romance