This is a stage play about youth.
I, Wen Qing and Ran Zi are swaying our own youth wantonly.
There is crying, there is laughter, there is noise, there is fuss, there is everything in our hearts.
Without any pretense, our crazy and unrestrained time flowed with warmth and prosperity in Class 14.
The flowers that bloomed behind the back of the sun, about our absurd days.
On stage, there is a fable that has a beginning and an end.
It has a perfect beginning, but it cannot end warmly.
We are stranded.
Ran Zi left. Wen Qing returned. The classmates were divided. Everyone dispersed.
The stage play left me alone and ended in solitude.
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