Seine River Sunset

When I was seventeen, I was sitting on the back of his bicycle and he said "Hold on to me". I thought that was forever. Later he went to Paris and I stayed in Beijing. The time difference is seven hours, and we will always miss each other's mornings and evenings. His father's dying wish was a rope that pulled him further and further away; and all I could give him was a pale "I'm still here" on the phone late at night. I was the one who brought up the breakup. He didn't want to break up, but he said "ok". Because we all know it well - love cannot be sustained only by "not wanting to break up". Later, he married Su Wanting. The girl is very kind, her family is rich, and she can help him hang the painting in a world-class art gallery. She was so good to him, so good that I felt he deserved it. I watched the sunset by the Seine River in Paris. The golden light covered the river, which was very much like the summer when I was seventeen years old. It's just that there are some sunsets, and the back seat of the bicycle will never shine again. Some people are meant to miss. And I finally learned to paint my own sunset in my own painting.