In the midsummer when I was a junior high school student, on campus shrouded in the epidemic, he and I became deskmates. We survived the boring online classes together, secretly passed notes in class together, and walked side by side to the ringing of the school bell, always thinking that such days would last forever. But the parting came unexpectedly. His long journey caused the three-hour time difference to separate all the daily companionship. Those unexpressed feelings and the wishes that we agreed to fulfill together were all fixed in that summer. His old classmate during the jet lag became the most unforgettable and regrettable scenery in his youth.
Intent: The double regrets of youth are superimposed, and the double blow of reality gap and emotional separation makes young love and expectations completely cut off by jet lag.