One Hundred Minutes

That night was beautiful, so beautiful that I don't want to give up any detail of it. I think that for this purpose I should build a house in a place that only I know. The photos on the wall should record everything about him that night, and preferably some concrete scenes - the way he suddenly appeared and looked down at me, the tall figure who opened the way for me in the crowd, the face that looked at me and smiled suddenly in front of the milk tea shop. The music in the room should be fearless, which was the song played in the earphones when he called me. This song carries the pure and green emotions like the song. If the light is dim, as long as I gently press the switch, I can recreate the scene of me and him walking side by side that night. There must be a vacuum-sealed bottle on the table, which contains his good smell. Now I think that the wind that night loved me, otherwise why would he always let his smell wrap around me? Starting from the meeting at the entrance of the gymnasium and ending with watching him leave downstairs in the dormitory, the frame-by-frame images were completely burned on a CD without any trimming or modification, and then beautifully framed to be permanently sealed. If the material will be damaged or disappear one day, then at least this memory will be preserved in my heart and in these words. As long as my words do not disappear, this beautiful time will last forever.