She came out of the screen, with sparks in her eyes and a breeze in her step, like a storm and like moonlight.
I was the most ordinary boy in the crowd. I couldn't sing or compose, and I didn't even know how to express myself. But I wrote songs for her for ten whole years, from middle school to college, from Tieba to Weibo, from my notebook to my dreams at night.
Not one song was ever sent;
Every lyric was a love letter she never understood.
I was nobody in her life, yet she was part of my entire youth.
And these "songs I wrote for her" were really all about me.
