(Updated by chance, adapted from a true story)
I am used to waiting and thinking. I will subconsciously close my eyes when I see sunflowers. I will think of the candy in the cabinet six years ago when I smell the white rabbit. I will not feel the day when I know that we will not reach the same destination through different paths, and the pain will be an afterthought.
I am always used to looking at the angle of the third floor on the left, and I want you to secretly help me carry my heavy schoolbag, and I want you to write me one insignificant note after another.
If I run away from a movie again, take a taxi for more than ten kilometers, cry until my eyes are blurry with tears in an unfamiliar place, and look back and see you standing behind me, there will be nothing wrong with it.
Intention: Live in the present, take things as they come