Parallel Time Difference

After our reunion, he was polite and polite to me. No initiative, no approach, no enthusiasm, no depth. I thought it was starting over, It turned out to be just a brief hallucination. Insomnia late at night, I fell into a trance in alcohol, When I opened my eyes, I was back in a sunny high school classroom. When he was a boy, he had bright features, open and enthusiastic, She would secretly give me warm milk and patiently lecture me on topics. He would walk with me under the camphor tree from dusk to dark. At that time, we didn't have to guess, wait, or be cautious. As sweet as the dream is, it hurts when you wake up. I reached out and wanted to catch him that year, The picture shattered at the touch. It turned out that I was a little moved, but once I missed the time, It becomes something that can never be recovered in a lifetime - parallel jet lag.