When the wind blows, our eyes meet, and the long-lost memories of the past emerge before our eyes. The light seemed to shine on your face, blurring my eyes. Looking at your face that seemed to be nothing, I felt a feeling of loneliness in my heart called regret and the feeling of never seeing each other again. When we meet again, maybe we have grown up and are well on our own, and our story ends here.
Purpose: I hope that love in youth is not hasty, and someone will love you even if it is ordinary.