More than ten years have passed, and I still have a lingering memory of that secret love.
I am grateful to fate for allowing me to meet those young girls. If I had been a little braver and more confident at that time, would the outcome have been different?
In the vast sea of people, I will never meet him again. Even if we meet him, he will no longer be the same person he was then, and I will no longer be the same person I was then.
In the days after we separated, I tossed and turned and wanted to contact him countless times. I told myself that as long as he could take the initiative to send me a message, I would definitely not miss it again this time, but he had already let go. When we meet, we just meet.
Intention: To commemorate the past that cannot be repeated in my heart