The Secret Love Letters

A person, fifteen years of unrequited love, 781 love letters. Two people, a silent bond along the way, three wordless farewells. A group of people, the same youth, eight taels of dreams and half a jin of regrets. The awakening of love began at the age of ten, remembering a pair of white sneakers, just like remembering a belief. Writing a feeling with a fountain pen on letter paper, writing a chapter of youth, then sealing it up, sending it to him or her in love, sending it to oneself in the passage of time. We run with all our might, love with all our might, yet we still cannot catch up with the footsteps of youth slipping away, unable to mend the unclear gaps. Writing a feeling with a fountain pen on letter paper, writing a chapter of youth, then sealing it up, sending it to him or her in love, sending it to oneself in the passage of time. We run with all our might, love with all our might, yet we still cannot catch up with the footsteps of youth slipping away, unable to mend the unclear gaps. Everyone who passes by us leaves behind a warmth, perhaps tinged with a bit of sadness

However, at this moment, besides me standing here, are you still present?