The Moon Sets over the Western River

Love in high school is always tender and unforgettable. Some people make it from school uniforms to wedding gowns; for others, love is only a tentative, innocent exploration. And then there is the kind that cuts deepest, yet can only remain an incomplete story. In the rush of time, our memories have no room for too many people. Those who pass through our lives will eventually blur in our minds, but the one etched into our bones is like fallen leaves drifting quietly beside a still river, or the only moonlight in a dusky wilderness of the heart: a sorrow inscribed on the stone of fate for this life and all lives to come. In a small city crowded with people going nowhere in particular, everyone’s joys and sorrows are their own. Yet sometimes, one cold glance is enough to set the wilderness of memory alight. No one else can see that fire…