In the summer when I was 16 years old, the sun was just right and the breeze was gentle. You walked past my eyes. From then on, you were engraved in my heart.
In the spring when I was 17 years old, I seemed certain that you would appear at the door of my class again, so I studied hard just to have you for the rest of my youth.
In the winter when I was 18 years old, there were too many papers and too many books to memorize. I thought that after finishing these things, I could be you for the rest of my life...
In the summer when I was 28 years old, someone asked me what my first love was. I looked at the white clouds floating in the sky and the breeze happened to blow by. I said: "It's like Coke in summer, milk tea in winter..."
