I was lying on the bed, my consciousness drifting in and out of consciousness, like a pot of boiling water, rising and falling.
Occasionally, I could feel that it was daytime outside, because there was a faint light coming from the curtains, and there were faint sounds of conversation outside the door.
Occasionally, I feel like it's dark night, because everything is quiet and I am the only one in the world.
I can feel that both my body and consciousness are getting heavier and heavier, as if a balloon tied with a large stone is thrown into the sea. I want to fly up but always sink, suffocated, lonely, and peaceful.
I always go through those days in high school over and over in my dreams, and I sit with you. The secrets that have never been revealed to the public, the ambiguities that you understand and I understand, and you that I will never forget.
Time has never dulled my memory, distance only beautifies your glory, and death cannot make me forget the heartbeat of every glance.
Suddenly, I just remembered one sentence: The things you can't get when you are young will eventually trap you for the rest of your life.
If time goes back and we meet again, please love me, okay?
Motto: The things you don't have when you are young will eventually trap you for the rest of your life.