Youth Will Not Make You Confused for the Second Time

That summer, the wind swept across the playground, lifting the corners of his clothes, and also stirred up the girl's long-cherished thoughts. We have passed each other in the corridor in the early morning, sharing the same dim yellow light; we have also secretly looked up at the same gorgeous sunset in the stands at dusk, across the crowd. I thought our story would be like a lengthy evening self-study, with always a moment after the end.