The Last Page Has No Ending

Before the end of midsummer, every heartbeat on campus is quietly counting down. He is the wind beside the basketball court, the back at the end of the corridor, and the hand that borrowed the rubber next to the evening study hall. They hide their secret love in their homework books, in the clean folds of their school uniforms, and in the unspeakable "Where are you looking at?" A letter is never sent, a hug stays at the top of the heart, and every story is a story of bravery that goes unanswered. There is the summer of unrequited love, and the belated confession; There is the illusion that "he seems to like me", and there is also the soft-heartedness of "wait for him one more second". But they all had their hearts broken in their youth.