When we first met under the camphor tree, the boy in the white shirt picked up the scattered homework books and also picked up the girl's thoughts about the chaos of war.
From the sun and moon on the desk, to the little comics hidden in the wrong question book; from climbing over the wall to look at the stars at night, to the silver rings engraved with each other's names, their youth is like camphor leaves, too dense to block the sunlight.
But the application list for my senior year of high school became an insurmountable obstacle. She was afraid of dragging down his dream, but he hid his affection and struggle. A misunderstanding caused the two to drift apart at a fork in the road.
When they reunited many years later and the truth was revealed, he was seriously ill. Those missed times and unspoken words eventually became irreparable regrets.
She guarded her memories and waited year after year under the camphor tree. Maybe Feng will remember, and Ye will remember that the boy who said he wanted to change from school uniform to wedding dress never really left.
Intention: Affection and redemption in miss and regret