A story that wanders between secret love and confession.
Kind of like prose.
I guess something must have gone wrong at that second and time stopped.
I happened to see him. Then we stood like this for many, many years, without looking away or skipping a beat.
Right. That's how it feels. I haven't thought about what this feeling is about. But in fact, everyone will meet such a person, right? A person who makes you feel like you have watched him for 11,000 years.
Could it be that this is another time intersection?
When you come back from your mind wandering, you will find that this is actually a large amount of work and a small amount of exercise. Because I spent two whole periods of evening self-study, I only dug out a small corner of my memory bank - 210, which I had been watching for two years.
Conception: