In my most beautiful but ignorant age, I met you, tall, handsome, unknown, and good at playing the piano.

At that time, you were arrogant and hard-working, praised by all the stars, but you were always cold.

The same is true for me. I am cold and talkative.

Therefore, I am afraid of you. When I see you, I can't say anything.

At that time, I was simple and simple, loved by all kinds of people, a natural optimist, and lived heartlessly, but I was a different kind of god.

The trademark on the backpack, the broken racket when playing, the strange clothes, the short hair, and the innocent smile.

That kind of you meets that kind of me.

In fact, I have been tempted, but I just kept it secretly in my heart. As for you, you have given me a lot of ambiguous illusions. You exist in my world as if you are there or not. Sometimes you are like air, but sometimes you can still touch it.

Just like this, slowly approaching and gradually moving away. It's over before it even begins.

It will be almost ten years since we said goodbye!

I have changed from that ignorant and alternative tomboy to a long-haired girl. Over the years, I have experienced a lot, matured a lot, and suffered a lot of setbacks, so I have settled down. I have become more intellectual and have seen the cruelty of society, so I work very hard.

Finally, I found what I should have been like, living a positive and optimistic life, with a glorious and respectable job, and my hard work made me the focus of others' attention. Just like you were at school.

I started to live a happy life.

By chance, I saw your news on the news. Over the years, you have been destitute, you have been in embarrassment, you have put aside everything and worked hard... It turns out that you will also take off your cold coat, which surprises me.

Over the years, we have not contacted each other. Maybe we remember it occasionally and forget it occasionally!

I have known a lot about you, but I never seemed to understand you.

Now we all have our own lives, we all have our own goals to run for, and we are all running parallel on our own tracks with no intersection.

Later, the news said that you finally did what you always wanted to do, and you became comfortable from the difficult beginning. Yes, you succeeded.

So in these years, have you ever thought of me? Do you recall what I was like in the past? Or have you fantasized about what I will be like later? Over the years, have you fantasized about our chance encounter? Can you guess my expression? Or, do you believe that I can still remember your appearance?

From the past to the present, we have changed so much that no one can imagine what kind of life the person we met at the beginning is living now. Do you still have the innocence in your heart that you had before? After being polished by reality, who can still maintain the original vision and enthusiasm for life?

I am doing very well now, what about you?