Life Is Like the First Time We Met

If life were just like the first time we met, you would still be the young man without a trace of dust. The sunlight shining gently on your light smile could drive away the coldness in my bones. And you have never said, "My feelings for you are the same as your feelings for him." If life is just like the first time we met, with my sleeves rolled up, my clothes rolled up, and my bare feet in the water, I will not be the person who cannot see my destiny clearly when I am about to enter the palace, and you are not the prince. You won't tear up my clothes like a madman and cry out, "Never let you go again!" But I have never glared at you so harshly, and I have never called your name again. If life were just like the first time I saw her, her narrow phoenix eyes, high crooked neck, and the enchanting blood-soaked cinnabar mole under her collarbone were so aloof, I would know that only a woman like her is worthy of you. If I find a close friend, I can accompany you to laugh drunkenly for thirty thousand times, without complaining, and in the end, can I still hold a wine jar with you without asking about the future, drunk in the wind, and a smile will be clear. If life is just like the first time we met, I never want to meet you again. The biting cold wind made my heart throb with a strong hug, and the strong hand under my hairpin that didn't shy away, this pain lasted until the end of my life. If you fight hard, you have already fought hard. If you forget, how can you forget it all the time?