One of the last days of youth: First Encounter

That's the person I've longed for day and night, the one I love deeply. How should I express myself? Will she accept me? Perhaps I'll never say those words to her, destined to wander the world. How can I have any attachments? Dreams are always out of reach. Should I give up? Flowers bloom and fade, another season has passed. Spring, where are you? Youth is like a rushing river, gone without a chance to say goodbye. Only numbness remains, the passion of yesteryear gone. I see the flowers falling, withering at their most beautiful moment. Who will remember that he was once here? Years have passed in the blink of an eye. How many partings and reunions, joys and sorrows have occurred in this world? Once a young man with ambitions to travel far and wide, I envied the southward-flying geese. Each of us went our separate ways, hurrying further and further away. Where is the future? Ah, who can give me the answer? Those who accompanied me then, where are you now? Those I once loved, what are you like now? Have your wishes come true? Now, is all I can do is mourn? Let time dry up my ideals, I can never find my true self again! Looking up at the starry sky, do you still remember the star that accompanied me back then, the one here? Life is like a ruthless carving knife, changing our appearance. Must we wither before we even bloom? I had dreams.
Let's use these lyrics to reflect on our youth, to trace those bittersweet days.
———— Prologue
It was an ordinary summer. The heated basketball game made the already scorching weather even hotter. I ran back and forth on the court, sweating profusely, unaware that a quiet girl was watching everything from the shade of the trees. A small accident brought us together. A cool ice cube was gently placed on my injured ankle by her slender hands. The ice slowly melted, and our hearts gradually warmed.
It was another ordinary night. We sat on the rooftop under the starlight, leaning against each other, quietly feeling the warmth and breath from each other. My hands didn't stop. I slowly wandered, and the soft breasts, at my persistent urging, slowly revealed a little red star. It was pink, and I kissed it. She trembled as if electrocuted. "Do you like it?" she asked softly. "Yes." "Then cherish it more." "Okay," I said with a smile. Perhaps inspired by a spark, her crucial role became apparent. She looked at me, a little lost. "Kiss him." "How?" "Just cover him with your mouth." "Oh." The first contact was like a button being turned on, and the undercurrents flowed out like an unstoppable torrent. "Drink it, this is my love for you, he belongs to you." First times in life are always bittersweet, and so is love, but there's a unique flavor to the bitterness. After she swallowed it with her tightly closed eyes, I saw it all in her newly opened eyes. "I remember your taste." "Me too!" We smiled at each other. Speechless, she just nestled even tighter in my arms, gazing into the distance, anticipating our future.

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