[Campus] Those people, I never saw them again!

Those people can never be met again.\ In many years, the helplessness of passing by each other is slowly forgotten, but at some moment, it suddenly surges from the heart. In that instant of looking back, time stops and never fades away.\ The most abundant thing in life is actually memories. Memories contain smiles and tears, once very beautiful, and there are always some people and things that come together into stories. Among them, the ones that remain are the deeply memorable beauty and warmth. So, even if those people are never met again, there is no need for regret, because they were, are, and will be a part of my life.\ Every life, before falling into it, is not unaware that one should dodge or escape, yet on such a beautiful night, there lies a kind of desire that does not allow it.\ Perhaps they are classmates, perhaps strangers offering help, perhaps childhood friends, perhaps travelers who waited for a long time yet went their separate ways, or perhaps inexperienced lovers who drifted apart while walking, leaving traces across time, marking memories of the sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy at that moment. Remember the elegance when turning around, remember those people met countless times in dreams, yet never again in reality.\ In the fleeting years, we held tightly to what we wanted to obtain, yet unintentionally let some once cherished things slip through our fingers. Some have even blurred from memory and can only remain silent. Some form into scabs in the heart, never fading yet untouchable. Life comes and goes several times; those people were never seen again.\ On yellowing pages, blotchy ink no longer settles.\ I often feel that in seemingly forgotten places of this city, memories unfold to another world.\ How long has it been since forgetting the past? Do you still remember us at that time?\ Wait ten years, and you can do what you want to do.\ The sea in the heart is the blue of you in dreams.\ Like a brilliantly shining movie, distant friends, youthful journeys, wandering foreign streets, among bustling strangers, there is always a pair of warm hands tightly held together. Chasing the same train, walking under the same sky, watching the same sunrise, listening to the same song, seeing with the same eyes, reading the same world.\ In 2013, those people radiated light in the heart, warmer and more real than movies, an everlasting light that remains in the heart.\ A street alone, a subway alone, a bus alone… those people, I never met them again. Yet at certain moments, seeing familiar faces, hearing songs once heard, encountering coincidences of our past situations, I suddenly think of some people: How have you been? Do you sometimes think of me as well? Will we meet again? I have no answer…\ Those people — I care about how you are… So you must live well…\ Those people, I never met again! \ \ \ The lights shine brilliantly, yet you and I have grown weary. Who hears the breaking of the heart? \ So many things have happened, so many nights have passed, and tonight, only the moonlight, only the nightfall, enters memory as beautifully as ever. \ We can no longer turn back, nor can we move forward. \ Dear friends, will we ever meet again just as at first sight, by chance? \ I just wonder how I can capture this moment, draw a page densely filled with a sketch, and paint it into our hearts, stroke by stroke, regardless of sorrow and pain. \ However, how, how can I reunite with you?