Two Strangers

Walking near the misty, mysterious river at dawn. The sun's rays are about to break softly. Mist from the ripples floats in the air, rising from the river. A gentle yet brisk breeze blows across. How soft the grass is on the riverbank! I am alone in this solitary, vibrant nature. But wait, am I truly alone? No, no, I am not! Look, I can see a little kid... Playing with the butterflies and grasshoppers. Oh, he starts running with a sweet rhythm. Now he is fishing in the river... The ripples touch his childish innocence. Yes, he is my lost childhood, submerged in the river of life a long time ago.