The sun is setting, the afterglow is floating
[17-year-old Wen Shinian will always be 17 years old]
Wen Shinian chose to bleed his last drop of blood on the campus he was familiar with.
[Blood flows, sunshine freezes]
"The sun will always dazzle your eyes, just like you..."
"You will eventually fight against me..."
…
[The recording stops and the wind comes]
On the first day of school, Wen Shinian met his young man.
[The pounding of the heart and the slight acceleration of breathing are the best ways to express a girl's concerns]
"Shen Chi, in my heart, you are a unique existence. It is the warm sun and the light of fire that illuminate me, but I... Cannot shine your light. Even if I like you, I feel that I... Are not worthy of you."
[When the seventeen-year-old girl raised her eyes, she saw the sun. The sun was shining brightly, but it did not belong to me...]
[The onset of the disease and the inner struggle finally drained this 17-year-old man dry]
"I'm sorry..."
[Finally pushing her towards the ladder of no return]
[Wrapped in the autumn wind, I say goodbye]
"Shen Chi, Xu Sinian, your spring will be long."
"My, that's it."
Intention: Redemption and failure, passion and silence
