We once drew the entire circle of youth with each other as the center...
"Only circles with equal radii can overlap." But he didn't expect that growth is a trajectory with two radii extending separately: she went to the ocean with storms, and he stayed on the plateau with frozen soil. He said that she was like a migratory bird that only focused on migrating south but forgot about the return journey...
And her waiting was blown into cracks by the wind on the plateau, and she only understood it one night when she looked up at the moon at the same time - it turns out that love is never a formula, but in the temperature difference, we finally understand the unspoken "radius" when parting. It is an unsolvable proposition of youth that is hidden beyond all scientific laws.
Those heartbeats accurate to centimeters will eventually learn to say goodbye in longitude and latitude. This is a story about "distance is not the end, temperature difference is the scale of love", dedicated to all those who have loved in parallel time and space...
Intention: In the light and shadow of youth, using "temperature difference" and "radius" as rulers, measure the winding journey of love on the forked road of growth, and compose a poetic elegy about the dilemma between dreams and attachment.
