A Farewell Letter

This winter, I met Jing Xun again at the intersection of Chengnan Street. At that time, he was no different from what I remembered. He was wrapped in a white down jacket outside a light gray sweater. He still looked so clean and handsome. I wonder if he had seen me. The last time we were separated, he said that we would only treat each other as strangers when we see each other again in this life, so he should not say hello again. Thinking about it this way, there is not much difference between seeing it and not seeing it. * Saying goodbye is a long and unforgettable thing. (Save an idea, short story, copywriting is pending) Intention: People are silent during the ups and downs of joy and sorrow