6 years old, I met you.
It is summer, the lush green forest, and the scattered streamers will be dyed with translucent green. You wear a strange mask, you can't see your eyes, but you feel like a cute person at a glance.
You say that you are not a human being, but that you will disappear when you touch human beings.
I don't think it matters that way. If I want to be friends with you, it makes no difference if I'm a human being.
We exchanged names and agreed to see you the next day.
That summer, started another journey of life.
By the way, although I can't touch you, I still peek at your face. Under the mask, smooth eyebrows, elegant eyes, and gentle lips, it really is a beautiful appearance.
Such a day is very happy, it is a rare beautiful time, I have always thought it is very satisfying, even if I can't touch you, it doesn't matter, we can still have close memories.
When did you start feeling dissatisfied?
When I fell from a tree, when I was about to fall into your arms, when I finally fell safely into the grass, it was good that you didn't touch me, it was good that you didn't disappear, it was good...
I said, You must not touch me in the future, definitely.
Obviously decided, only in this way can I see you all the time, not only now, but a year, two years, a long and long future, a very happy future.
As I thought about it, I smiled and shed tears.
Maybe something has changed since that day.
The next summer, and the next summer, whenever summer comes, I will go to the Firefly Forest to see you.
I still remember the way you took off your mask and stood sideways in the sun, with butterflies fluttering and kissing your face.
So, the days are divided—
summer, not summer.
Days with you, days without you.
Miss your days.
When I touch others, I naturally think of you.
I really want to see you, I really want to touch you, this is the only thought left in my mind.
Can't touch you, in order to see you all the time.
When I saw you, I wanted to touch you.
Summers go by one by one, I keep growing up, but you have not changed in the slightest, you are still young.
At least to see you all the time, until the day of separation, always, always, always.
Don't forget me oh, don't forget. I tell you.
Please remember me, in your long life, there is such a person who has come.
The day of separation will come eventually, but you start first.
You who cannot touch human beings accidentally touch human children. At that moment, you smiled and opened your arms to me, and I finally embraced you.
There is a glow in the forest of fireflies. There is a sentence that I have always wanted to say to you.
I like you.
PS: I always feel that every girl has a forest of fireflies in her heart, where a teenager lives. Although this is like Ang Lee said, "Everyone has a Brokeback Mountain in their hearts", it is a tried-and-true model that seems to lack new ideas, but I have always wanted to say this sentence. For my Firefly Forest, for the boy who disappeared. I often think of his eyebrows, his tone of voice, the small conversation between the two, and the gentle way he looked at me. Who's to say he doesn't exist?
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