In life, there are always some people who meet inadvertently, and then get acquainted with each other, know each other, and finally unforgettable.

So, in a trance, there was an unknown smile shallow in the fingertips, warming a withered yellow heart in winter.

When I first met her, she introduced herself as a tsundere very cutely, in fact, in my impression, she has always been a little girl next door with a ponytail, innocent and lively, romantic personality, and a particularly bright smile in the sun.

She is the only one who insists on kicking people with her feet instead of her hands; She is the only one who can drive me casually like a queen; She was the only one who cried the most when I left.

I remember that she likes music, likes handsome guys and beautiful women, likes cherry blossoms, and likes to judge with me which teacher is good and which teacher is menopause......

Remember that she was a tsundere and she hated eating fish.

???? She said that I have always been her closest friend, and this sentence has always touched me.

If I could, I would like to walk the campus path with her again, so as not to let time obliterate the memories; If I could, I would hum her favorite song and let the warmth melt into my heart; If I could, I would like to accompany her to see the stars and fulfill my promise to her.

I never told her I liked you, maybe this faint feeling is the best!

Time goes back to the year when I was soothing and understood, the girl is still the same girl, and we spent the best years like this.

I often think about it, even if this life is long, can I ask everything to stop here and turn it into a touch of softness in my heart.

We will meet one day, because in my dreams you said it to me.

When the train of youth goes far away, our story has become yesterday.

Everything is just for the beauty that lingers in my heart when I first meet.

The yellowed greeting cards are full of sincere proverbs, and they also bloom with the most intoxicating fragrance.

Burying the past, the vague smile is still vivid, from the first encounter to the bustling desolation in the heart.

I know that our story has been going on quietly all along.

Can't hold yesterday's time, leave a face of vicissitudes, cherish the past!