The city in the backlight of late summer, the melancholy entangled by the red dust, the wind is filled with the sorrow of youth.

  Lowering her eyelids, the scene just now was like a fleeting illusion, yet she was still drunk in it, indulging in it. Friendly reminder: This is the first update station, please search for Baidu +

  The young man stood against the light, his slender figure like a character in a comic book.

  Flawless perfection is a pursuit that many people aspire to but dare not approach.

  Sometimes I think about those encounters with him, and now they seem vaguely sweet.

  It's the accumulation of countless glances and near-misses from past lives.

  A small satisfaction and a little sweetness spread, that sentence with a smile, a playful phrase seems to be filled with sweet honey.

  The overflowing fragrance and sweetness spread between the warm marks of gorgeous golden fragments.

  Everything I have now, including him who was once seemingly impossible.

  Suddenly filled with love and occupied the soft left atrium.

  The harmonious atmosphere was broken by a sudden movement on the playground nearby.

  I narrowed my eyes and saw her in the crowd.

  Her long hair shone with a luxurious light gold in the sunlight, but this was at odds with the fresh blood flowing from her knee.

  With scarlet dyeing into eye-catching pleated skirt.

  My heart suddenly felt suspended in mid-air, and I was unexpectedly a little frightened.

  She reflexively cast her gaze at him without thinking.

  The unease and worry flowing quietly at the bottom of his eyes unconsciously exposed the emotions he tried to cover up.

  He withdrew with a gaze that measured her worth, but in the end, he was still moved by her.

  It's also... Delusions of climbing to the highest place, occupying a seat in his heart is still ultimately separated by a very far distance.

  For a long time, there was silence... The cool summer breeze carried suffocating oppression and brushed against the cheek, feeling somewhat cool.

  "Go... go." Every word was carefully considered before being spoken. Power Literature Network

  Perhaps deceiving oneself into thinking it's just a formal friend's help, but one word is enough to change the meaning of the sentence.

  "Frosty... I."

  "Go." She's waiting for you... Those four words were unconsciously hidden,

  Fingertips slightly cool, a faintly trembling tone revealed a discrepancy between words and heart.

  Perhaps he doesn't want to bear too much. Saying too much is undoubtedly just a burden of physical and mental exhaustion.

  Her every move, even a single glance, is too easy for me to analyze thoroughly.

  Her ethereal beauty is like an untouchable work of art.

  Only the emotions flowing in her eyes can prove that she is also a sorrowful girl who yearns for love, entangled by the red dust.

  How can I bear to separate two loving hearts? Is it me and him who are destined to be together yet remain apart?

  It's all about her and him being in a state of mind, since they chose to go with the flow, then whatever the outcome is will be chosen naturally.

  If we gradually become strangers in the future, will I regret being foolish at that time.

  I really hope everything is just a result of me being overly anxious.

  It's all just caused by my overly sensitive nerves.

  When I woke up, he was still him, still the one who promised me that even when the seas dry up and the rocks crumble, he would love me.

  Sometimes I wonder, if I didn't understand so much and think so much, would I also be troubled less.

  That way, you can smoothly ignore her expectations and selfishly choose to let go of his unease.

  Why can't I be selfish for once and turn over in bed, composing a melancholic tune but still not getting an answer from my heart.

  Two people who know each other well and are afraid of each other may have a chance to reunite when they meet again.

  It's a pity that this time may be another helpless wait that doesn't end, but I still respect his choice.

  If it's just leaving behind the air that only I breathe without his breath, then it's really fate.

  "Be good, I'll be back soon, wait for me here."

  Seems somewhat uneasy, taking a few steps forward and then retreating, the reminder at this time appears pale and powerless.

  He was as dazzling as when they first met, only this time the sunlight was a bit too glaring, making his eyes slightly red.

  "Good." A bitter smile rose, the background in his line of sight gradually became blurry, and the wind was filled with the sorrow of youth.

  This time... will it be another case of having high hopes but ultimately being disappointed?

  Young man, if everything is destined to have fate without separation, then where should that heart-pounding feeling from youth go?

  The entanglement of worldly dust, the sorrow of youth drifting in the wind.