Our Past

One day I opened the messages from college and saw your name. I tried hard to recall your face, but the only expression was a smile. What happened when you were twenty? I don't seem to remember clearly. However, your voices are still shouting very clearly in my ears. "Silence!" The cherry blossoms are falling like snow. You raised your hand and tapped my forehead gently, and the door of memory opened. Unprepared, I stood in the sky full of cherry blossoms, at a loss at the door of memory, listening to what came from inside, like a call from another world: "Shen Yimo." I miss you. After so many years, I still want to say those words that I didn't say back then. I like you. Yes, I like you.