The rain hits the sycamore trees, and there is a sound of falling wood.
Another year, late summer and autumn come, and we go round and round, and we are strangers again. It's like I've never known him before. Those three years were like a dream, vanishing in an instant.
I was a little unwilling and a little unbelievable. To this day, I still don't understand whether all two people who are in love will end up growing tired of each other, or whether love cannot always exist and it is normal for people to fall in love with each other.
What are these three years?
Although I am a staunch atheist, I also believe in fate. When the fate is exhausted, it is gone. I try to find broken, separated but beautiful and precious memories to commemorate these three years.
When I looked up again, the man was still there, but far away from me, just his back. In hindsight, it turned out that I was the only one who stopped moving forward, because in the so-called memories.
In a daze, I seemed to be back in that golden autumn, when we first met. Bit by bit, like a dream.
I picked up the pen and filled out the next poem "Chai Tou Feng", but in the end I couldn't express my countless sorrows and thoughts, so I took up writing and started on the same path again.
I would like to dedicate this book to our three years.
Concept: Every girl will have an unforgettable love, but not everyone will stay together forever.