Meet in junior high school and meet in college.
One sentence I like you, in the distance.
If life is just like the first meeting, how can there be "later later" again?
Meeting you is a big "car accident". It was raining lightly, and I ran and bumped into you recklessly. You turned around and left the umbrella and disappeared into the rain. I looked at you, picked up the umbrella and handed it over to the security room. Later, when we talked about this, you said I was stupid and didn’t need to pick up an umbrella. I smiled, very stupid, saying that the umbrella does not belong to me.
This is the first meeting, with some place, with someone.
university, found us in a school. In the next class, not far away. Then, because we looked familiar, we started to communicate and made an appointment to go out together. The shadows under the street lights, and we under the moon. Will the road you have walked and the wind you have chased by you be special?
Later, I thought we would always be like this. Take your time, walk slowly, slowly and you and I will slowly become us. However, you go north, I am in the south. A different place is coming, we have parted. No loss of contact, just reduced action. In this way, the trivial matters of life slowly become our choice. Meet at the worst time, meet at the best time, our best years, regret and happiness coexist. Later on, I walked forward alone, not afraid of darkness, but also looked forward to dawn.
At the same time, if you have the chance to meet, I will hug you and tell you, thank you and wish you blessings. I hope you and I will grow into a better self. Of course I may tell you on April Fools' Day that I like you, and then see you laugh and say goodbye to youth. Goodbye, this story, goodbye, a new story will begin in the gentle warm wind of spring.
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