At that time, the boy's temples had turned gray in the blink of an eye, and the girl in his memory had long since disappeared into the sea of people.
Many years later, when he recalled this youthful past, he would always inadvertently have that bitter smile on his lips. Little did he know that the girl's thoughts made him shed helpless tears on so many nights.
Hello, seventeen-year-old Tian Bo.
Goodbye, twenty-year-old Tian Bo.
On the title page of Sijin's yellowed diary, there are traces of dried tears on the two lines of blurred pen writing. This is not their love, vague and permeable, permeating the heart of the sixteen-year-old girl, staying there for many, many years.
Time is a director, it makes two trajectories that should intersect go their separate ways after briefly overlapping.
Intention: Those tears shed when I was young will eventually help me reach the top of the mountain