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That year, the sycamore trees on the university campus were in full bloom, and we met unexpectedly. We once shared the world in the same pair of headphones, entrusting our dreams and secrets to the wind on the rooftop late at night; we also became each other's only support in that strange city, reflecting each other's exhaustion and pride with dim light in a small rental house. I thought that some tacit understanding would last a lifetime. We are us, a community that needs no words. However, the flow of time never stops for anyone. From campus to society, it is like being pushed into different tracks by invisible hands. The trivial matters of life, the rush in the workplace, and our own new worries are like fine dust, quietly accumulating between us. The replies to messages were getting slower and slower, and promises were stranded again and again. Until one ordinary afternoon, I suddenly realized that the last time we had a serious conversation was so far away that it seemed like a lifetime ago. There was no quarrel, no betrayal, just a tacit understanding of letting go at a fork in the road. Like two pieces of duckweed that once cuddled together, they were finally pushed into the vast sea of ​​​​people by the wave of fate. Where she is now and what kind of life she leads, I no longer know. Just at a certain familiar dusk, or when I hear an old song, my memory will suddenly pull me back to the summer we shared. It turns out that the most painful separation is not a vigorous break, but such a quiet disappearance into each other's world. I would like to write this book to commemorate the girl who accompanied me through my youth. You are the most precious echo I left behind in time