July 14, 2011, the night of the Perseid meteor shower.
I clenched my hands and made a wish devoutly, and the girl in the dormitory pestered me to ask about the content of my wish.
I shook my head and said nothing.
Seeing the curious expressions on the faces of the students around me, in desperation, I had to try to divert my attention and shouted: "Look at the shooting stars!"
When the crowd becomes noisy, I withdraw silently and start thinking about you.
I closed my eyes slightly, and my heart seemed to feel a little clearer.
I read your name to the fleeting shooting star, and then whispered to myself: "Forget you, forget you."
The past is like a blur in the mortal world, and only time can remember it.
Intention: Long live youth
