This is a youth note written for the college years. There is the regret of secret love hidden in silence, and there is also the hot summer with brothers chasing text live broadcasts on the court and rushing to Internet cafes for a three-pointer. Many years later, everyone went their separate ways and their youth was over. But when familiar figures are still galloping on the field, we understand that the enthusiasm and tenderness of those young years will never be erased by time.
