Jiang Yue, seeing the words is like seeing the face.
I am a girl who loves to write letters. From the first day I met you, you became the protagonist of my letter. I counted, I have written a total of twenty letters for you, twenty letters that will not be sent.
My choice of words and sentences changed from childish to mature, and the content of my letters changed from comedy to tragedy.
I think the content of the letter has already been told to you when the fallen leaves slide over your shoulders, the breeze blows your clothes, and the cicadas chirp annoyingly in summer.
Goodbye, Jiang Yue.
Purpose: to record love while also remembering the lost youth