Like the Taste of Sunshine

If life is just like meeting for the first time, meeting lightly and then turning around silently, the midsummer season will always give people a warm color, full of fantasy colors. Hope that some encounters are destined. Just like many years ago. The slight hesitation, expectation, helplessness left behind in girlhood, and the occasional habit of looking for one's own shadow on strange street corners. And the appearance of the person you are looking forward to. In a strange environment, a strange sea of ​​people, I seemed like a rare speck of dust in the sea of ​​people, leaving no trace. I thought I had a dream. You can do whatever you want, but dreams are still dreams after all. Turn around and put pen to paper, leaving only deep memories full of regret...