I recorded countless moments when we passed each other in the memo. the chapter of the first encounter was buried at the bottom of many, and I didn't have the courage to open it. I wrote just a few articles about my girlhood. I thought of myself when I was 16 or 17, and of the teenager who was lying on the railing and waving down. When I really passed by, there was nothing I could do. My back was hidden in the wind and passed away like a mirage. No longer the same environment and strange people spend a lot of time to deal with, I slowly can not remember your voice, I can not reverse the curve of forgetting. I make memories longer than love. I am cowardly and timid, but I always believe that I will see you later.