The Last Time We Rubbed Shoulders

Do you feel lovesick? Taken to its extreme, it is unrequited love. I am also bitter and speechless. I regard you as ambiguous and have no jealousy. Time flies by, I miss my classmates so much. One step, one shadow, one person walking, one person following. The gusts of spring breeze, but the willow catkins, cannot express the love between children. Do you ever remember that incident that year, that person...