Thinking about it, my youth was quite a failure. Looking back on the entire growing process, apart from the love and entanglement with Brother Zhe, I don't have anything to recall. I have been well-behaved and sensible since I was a child, but I have suffered all kinds of hardships growing up. I obviously only loved a boy named Zhuang Minzhe, but in the end I lost him.
Walking on the crowded streets, I often can't help but sing the song "Little" that is tailor-made for us. In the crowd, I often feel in a daze that Brother Zhe is behind me, with his arms open, waiting for me to turn around, waiting for me to rush into his arms as eagerly and contentedly as I did when I was a child. Then, he would say, let Brother Zhe take a good look and see if you have grown taller or heavier. Little one, when can I wait until you grow up and become Brother Zhe's wife?
Intention: Do you believe it? What supports most of our emotions is actually memories.