Rain Falling Over Jiangcheng

When we were young and inexperienced, we thought everything was beautiful. Looking back now, what we believed back then seems so naive. Once the words "see you again" are spoken, they mean that for the rest of our lives, we'll only meet again in our dreams.

I used to think that with every passing day, the longing for the past would fade a little more, until eventually I'd stop thinking about it. But when a song ends, the past comes back with the melody, echoing in my ears in its entirety. Scene after scene, vivid before my eyes. As if it had never left. And yet, I can no longer be a part of it.