She and him were like two asteroids, passing each other but unable to embrace each other.
Maybe everything is my fantasy, the fantasy that you once liked me and cared about me.
I looked at those yellowed photos year after year. I have loved that blurry figure year after year.
The summer wind is mixed with the youthfulness, and one story after another is ushered in under the green banyan trees.
That day, the sky that had been clear for a long time suddenly started to rain heavily. She held the love letter and watched his back fading away. Maybe the heavy rain that day washed away those carelessness and small thoughts.
Motto: It is better for two people to meet than never to meet.