In the evening breeze of seventeen years old, he was her only light. The silhouettes standing side by side on the desk and the headsets exchanged at dusk were all things she thought would last forever. But there were no repeat customers at the ferry crossing of youth. When the last ginkgo leaf fell, the boy who called her "A Mo" did not show up at the agreed stop after all. This is a story that started with school uniforms but failed to lead to wedding dresses. BE warning, campus sadism, no redemption, enter with caution.
Purpose: To commemorate a youthful love that ended in vain