"Sixty years have passed in the blink of an eye, you are still so young, while I have already turned into an old man. You always said you wanted to see what I would look like when I got old, now you can finally see it. I wonder if you’re tired of looking already."
His fingertip tenderly brushed over the photo on the tombstone — the person in the picture looked very young, at most twenty years old. Smiling like a flower towards the cara, those eyes were bright and large, and the raised left hand seed like it was greeting soone, so lively and vibrant, as if it could transport soone back in ti to that mont.
On the way to school, the girl with the ponytail bounced ahead, occasionally turning back to urge him to hurry up, lest they be late for class.
At that ti, he was fiddling with a newly acquired cara, and in the instant the girl turned around, the lens focused on that vibrant, radiant smile, capturing it forever with the cara.
Then, as he walked, he secretly saved that photo from the cara.
The unaware girl, completely oblivious to being photographed, continued urging him. Suddenly, with a spin, the bouncy girl bumped into his chest.
"—Ow, that hurt."
The person who was bumped held their nose, tilting their head down.
And he, quick as lightning, wrapped his arm around the girl’s slender waist, feeling his earlobes heating up uncontrollably.
At that mont, the girl who was holding her nose looked up teary-eyed, those originally bright eyes misting over, and with just one glance, he could already hear the sound of his heart beating fiercely, "Are you blind!"
Silly, she would run into his chest like that, straight into his heart.
If not blind, then what?
He rembers the sunshine was just right at that mont, his mouth couldn’t help but tug upwards as he "angrily" glared at the confused girl in front of him, yet inside, his heart went thump-thump-thump.
The girl first pouted, unhappy about being scolded by him. But then, as if rembering sothing, she rubbed her nose, stepped away from his embrace, and continued to urge him, "If we don’t hurry, we’ll be late for class, co on, don’t play with the cara anymore, you can play later. By the way, just now I saw you taking a picture, what were you shooting?"
"Ti."
"Huh? Ti, what does that an, can you capture ti in a photo? You’re lying to , what’s that ti you captured like, let see..."
"I’m not showing you, this photo is only for to see, it’s a secret." He raised his arm, successfully dodging the girl’s attempt to snatch the cara, tucked the cara — with her photo inside — into his shoulder bag, quashing any thought she had of sneaking a peek, and coolly said, "Let’s go, if we don’t leave now I’ll be late and then you’ll get scolded again."
"So stingy! Just let see, I won’t tell anyone."
"Impossible. I already told you it’s a secret."
"How can you have so many secrets, you obviously just took a random picture, it’s no big deal to let see, let see, please."
"No way, it’s a secret."
"anie!"
The spirited girl encircled by his side huffed and stord off ahead, ignoring him.
That photo he called the secret of ti, she indeed never saw it.
Because she never imagined that the photo he thought was engraved with eternity would ultimately end up on her tombstone, thus becoming a secret that could never be spoken of again.
It was his lifelong secret, and his lifelong regret...
How far is forever?
As far as the longing between hearts.
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