Unconsciously, more than ten years later, when I think of you, I still feel that it is a beautiful dream.
Dreams are always forgotten, and everything related to you is never hazy. Like the sun rising at dawn, the light suddenly arrives, and the familiar warmth comes from the memory.
I often feel that the years are like a knife cut. A past that has never come again can not fade in time, which is the biggest surprise in life.
Youth is fleeting, and memories are not old. I didn't expect to remember you so much.
In fact, I often chagrin at that time that is far away. If you can, hope to meet you at a mature and calm age.
I will understand better that your existence is an accident that cannot be copied, and it is a beautiful opportunity to cherish.
We used to live in the same room, go to school together, and come back together.
Winter in the middle of the night, shivering in the cold wind, waiting for the meteor shower that is said to be once in a century. We visited the places we had only heard about before, and we knew that nothing had happened, and we were always habitually brain-medicating the dead in the murder case.
We all have some strange thoughts, and naturally we have committed some strange and indescribable troubles.
This is a bond that can only be found with you.
You're really special. Smart and cunning, will make cute confusion. It seems ordinary and dazzling. Act low-key but always be watched, so many people love you.
I was shocked at one point, you were loved by so many people, but I never saw you arrogant and hypocritical, always very gentle to me.
In that student era, which had long been polluted by the worldly atmosphere, you were the starlight I looked up to for a long time.
The fault was that I was too naïve at the time.
I often wonder why someone as selfish and narrow-minded as me can always meet a gentle girl.
Unfortunately, I never thought about it clearly and missed it again and again.
Or the inevitability of fate. The real me really doesn't deserve to be with the good guys for a long time.
I have never heard of anyone who has a youth without regrets.
There are a few people who can meet the right people and do the right things at the right age.
I must regret that youth has always been a moving part of my life.
It has been a long time, once again lamenting his cowardice, except for silent blessings, dare not search for you now. Girls who are aging, their mediocre lives all the time.
I'm afraid that you, who are so different, will become one of them, which is tantamount to a dream being shredded by a sharp noise.
Text/Strange Travel Berth